I cupped my full breasts and pinched my nipples a few times until I felt them pointing proudly outward through my wet suit.I slid my fingers downward,...scratching my thighs as I wiggled my index finger inside and touched my clit. I moved closer to a jet and squatted down to enjoy feeling the force from the water crashing between my spread legs. My finger rubbed my clit and I threw my head back as I felt my cheek reddening in heat as I climbed closer to obtain my orgasm. It was right there... oh. There was soon a knock at the room door and I was delivered of the wine, glasses and my visitors in that hotels most efficient way. I welcomed the couple shaking hands all round and the waiter quickly left giving me a moment to survey the pair. I introduced myself as Silver master though they could call me `Sir’ she introduced herself as Sarah, and he as Tom, it was formal and shy on their part and I wondered if that was their real names but was happy to go along with it anyway. She was as. It looked more suitable to a bachelor party than to a celebration of Halloween. She told me to sit down in the "study" and "Madame" would see me shortly. It didn't look much like a study. It reminded me of my Aunt Bessie's "parlor" back home which was reserved for female chatter and the drinking of tea.I didn't know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to find that Claire Poindexter looked more like a mature female in her mid-forties than her advertised age of 57 her sister had insisted. Absolutely nothing like mine.’ ‘From your mother then, perhaps?’ Jonathan mused, obviously much too titillated to let go of his favourite topic. ‘Or your father?’ ‘I have never seen either of them in the nude,’ Elizabeth said. ‘But given how formal and stiff they are, I cannot imagine either is responsible for my own horniness. And by extension, they likely do not share you-know-what either. I am afraid I’m one of a kind in that respect, my darling.’ ‘Amen.’ It was all Jonathan had a chance to.