You see, our little ?boutique hotel? as he likes to call it (B&B for the rest of us) isn’t making any money. We needed an extra incentive to bring ...n the guests – a unique selling point as they say. An additional service included in the price. I leave the room – he loves to hear the door close and know he’s going to have to wait. I imagine he’s getting even harder now as he waits for me to return. I go to room 11 and knock – there’s a muffled ?come in? and I enter. I’m pleased to see our. I told him where to park and what time to be ready to come into the house i would meet him at the front door, i told him once in the house he couldnt speak and had to strip naked downstairs before following me up to the bedroom where my wife would be tied to the bed and blindfolded, once there it would be done by hand signals and pointing as i didnt want her to know there were 2 of us there until she was gagging for it and wouldnt care, so the plan was sorted.The day arrived and when she was in. Her eyes not only have lost their twinkle, but are rapidly displaying the emotions she is feeling. Shock, disgust, and hatred flash across her face before she turns and shuts the door. “Dammit,” he says out loud to himself. He regrets forgetting to lock the door and wants to apologize, but knows its already too late to do so. Feeling disgusted with himself, he pulls up his pants and leaves the house. He knew he had quite possibly just ruined not only his friendship, but his chances of. Standing 5'8" tall, and weighing no more than 120 pounds, she is exactly 15 months older than I am. Penny had matured from a gangly, tomboy to a long-legged, red-haired college sophomore right before my eyes, and her blossoming sexuality could not be ignored. When she'd wear the sexiest half-shirts that would reveal her toned, flat tummy and threaten to reveal her wonderfully perky 34b tits (I know because I read the tag on her bra), she would invoke an instant, involuntary reaction with my.