She was tall and thin, the spitting image of the willowy wisp my wife had been when I'd met her. She just had me entranced and I had to stop myself fr...m thinking what I was starting to think. We got back to the room and I told her to take a shower and set out one of the robes for her to wear. Her little bikini was quickly rinsed and I set it to dry on the heater. I sipped on my drink and watched some show on the History Channel. When she came out of the shower she was toweling her hair and not. "Ready?" she asked with a grin."Yeah," he said, "This will be luxury!" You bet it will, with a maid to wash you all over!"They laughed as they walked into the the huge shower.She washed Ged first, getting an immediate response from his cock as she made sure that area was clean after the night before. Then she washed herself, while he stood and watched, his cock coming to full mast, as he held his hands upwards.She dried him and then herself, and instructed him to keep his hands upwards while. ‘We do have stairwells here, you know.’ ‘Oh, I’m quite aware, and if you play your cards right, my intrigue about how certain sounds carry in there might be satisfied. That’s a good word. I’m intrigued about moving from fiction to reality. I want you to crawl inside my mind, make my imagination run wild, and consummate it. I want fun. How that plays out, I don’t know yet. New things. Let fantasies become reality. I want to be challenged beyond the lousy excuse for Vanilla that I’ve suffered. Megan was last to get to the table, and since one of the chairs had a cracked frame, she was left to sit on the cooler next to her father. Jim couldn't help from noticing that the thin white bikini that Megan was wearing didn't hide her nicely shaped breasts, and her protruding nipples. Try as he could, Jim kept glancing at his daughter's chest which made him think of seeing her in the fishnet suit the other day and how that got him aroused, and could feel his cock straining in his shorts.When.