.. thank you," Molly stuttered. Marsha followed Molly into her room."Wear the shower cap when you shower this morning," Marsha suggested. "Gabriel did...a fabulous job with your hair last night. We can touch things up before you go on air. We'll do a little base make-up before we leave here but Antoine will do most of the work once you get to your dressing room down at the studio." OK," Molly agreed. She headed into the bathroom to shower and prepare. Marsha's help made Molly feel like a queen.. ” Her voice is husky and low in contrast to the beaming smile she shines at him. “Gimme gimmee!” She giggles as he feigns apprehension but gives in. He’s right, this drink is much less harsh than the last one. Her eyes are shining already as he kneels down and toys with the coin. She leans back away from him, her hair spreading in the water behind her. Her lovely doe eyes watch him, but her can see down under the water where her legs are spread and the jets blow ripples of undulating warm. My climax the rumbling exclamation point to her cunt's throbbing, slowly reverberating spasms, that like rolling thunder, seemed to continue on in wave after glorious wave.**She was still lying comfortably by my side in the morning, the smell of the air fresh now filling the room from the night before. But it was the still intoxicating aroma of her body that woke me, already stirring the desire between my legs once more as I held her.I reached down, parting the petals of her sex, my finger. Each time I moved a leg forwards the strips opened up and I could see my bare leg right up to my waist.“Wait until I sit down.” I thought.“Excellent Ann, did you bring the dress for tomorrow evening?”“Sorry Sir Thomas, those strips on material took longer than I thought, it will take me about another hour to finish it.”“Very well, please bring it here at noon.”“Certainly Sir Thomas.”“Show her how to get in and out of it then you may go.”“Thank you Sir Thomas.”Ann did, and it wasn’t as easy as I.