.. ?” conundrum as she had in the office earlier in the week. She’s was beginning to think the default dominatrix outfit of black leather, corset ...nd boots at least had the benefit of not requiring too much decision making. Finally she decided that if she was the dominant then the answer to “What do you wear... ?” had to be “anything I damned well please” and had changed out of her office clothes and opted for a sweater, jeans and ankle boots, thinking that if it was going to be a demanding. He felt her shiver against him as he let a hand drop lower, now playing along the hem. He brushed her thigh, gently pulling the light fabric up. He dragged it higher and higher with his fingers, almost threatening to expose her to anyone who happened to look. Not that the skirt was particularly long in the first place. He revelled in the fact that her almost-certainly soaked panties were the only thing blocking his access to her. Finally he let go, letting the skirt fall again, covering her. She pulled away and said, “So how was that Shav” and I just bit my lip and smiled back at her. She lent in again to kiss me some more, wow, more passionately this time, really starting to kiss me hard and holding the back of my head and lashing her tongue against mine. I felt myself starting to get wet and excited but was still too afraid to make the next move. Luckily for me I didn’t have to as I felt Anna’s hand cup my breast then felt her other hand start rubbing between my legs. I was. I told her to go and I'd stay back and watch the boys. I was surprised when she agreed, but I really didn't mind since the weather and view from the balcony was so nice. The pool and hot-tub were far but both viewable from our balcony, so I watched as Sara walked to the pool. Since our room was on the upper floor, I had a hard time looking at Sara so I grabbed the camcorder and used the zoom feature to get a close-up view. I watched as she slipped into the pool and took a few laps. It appeared.