Peter led me down a hall into a room where I could change and freshen up. He told me that if I needed anything, I should holler. When he finally left,...I decided to change my black blouse to a white one. I was wearing a high waisted, black pencil skirt with black stilettos. As a natural brunette, I had dyed my hair auburn in the summer and had recently retouched the roots for the shoot; it was styled in waves, brushing past my breasts. Being a big-chested woman meant that I had to be extra. "It would be now. I'm very turned on." I haven't been describing it, but there was plenty more of the rocking and rolling going on. We were having a great time!"What about any other girl? Would you like other girls to be rubbing your breasts and pinching your nipples. Maybe a different girl on each side. Maybe even their leaning down and sucking your naked nipples."I had extended the question, beyond the first specific image because I could see the answer: Ava thought it was an excellent idea.. There was quite possibly a shortage of eligible men who lived in town year round. Especially good looking ones who spoke English and had gainful employment. Employment that might sound exiting to the B&B owners or a contractor.Margo came out on the dock and called over to the barge. "Ahoy on the house barge."I came out onto the deck. "That was quick," I said."Well this isn't a huge job. I could probably build you a new building for pretty near the same money," she said."Yes and I could probably. The original imaginary hand was now free to get back to work on Heather's jeans and duly began to unzip them.Only they weren't being unzipped. Heather could feel them being unzipped and discarded on the floor beneath her with the panties quickly following, yet when she looked down she was still fully clothed.Heather didn't know if she was dreaming or going mad but there was no possibility that this could be happening; her body and mind were telling her that an unseen hand had begun to rub her.