"I beg your pardon, I don't understand," I replied though even as I spokethe words, I could make out the meaning of her question."Have you tried his o..., monsieur?" the girl repeated in a rather thicklyaccented English."Um... no, but..." I stammered, taken aback by her question.She took the blouse off the table, lifted it up by the hanger, took astudious look at it, looked at the size tag then looked at me again."I'm not sure this is the right size for you," she said."Actually? It's for my. I sat down on the bed next to her and started caressing her. Renee almost jumped up saying she needed to get home. I asked if she was okay, she replied okay? I'm fantastic I just need to get home as she threw her clothes on. Renee paid me for my work and I gave her, her item. She asked me if she could call me tomorrow at lunchtime as she gave me a quick kiss, I said sure as she went out the door. The more I thought about it the more questions I had about what she meant by she thought about it. And now that she knew, she wanted to use the talents her sister had brought out again and again. As she rummaged through her dresser drawer, she found her terry cloth bathrobe, one of her favorite pieces of clothing. It was practical without being too heavy, and even though it came only midway down her thighs, she found that it was exciting without being too revealing. A wonderful all-purpose gown. For a brief moment, she thought of putting on some panties, but she put the thought out of her. Greg always knew just how to fuck me, and he was hitting my spot just right. I felt a tiny dribble of cum pour out of my clitty as I watched Krystal blowing Jim. Greg pulled me back a little bit so I was bent over, but not leaning on the bed. I braced myself with my arms, and then Krystal moved underneath me, her head near my cock. Greg kept fucking me the way he knew would make me cum. I was moaning more and more and I could feel my orgasm building up. Jim was stroking his cock, watching me.