I found it interesting how feeling my skirt against my legs seemed togive me some confidence. The longer I was out of the car and not noticed,the bett...r I felt about the whole thing. Still there was a sense ofnervousness about what I was doing.Upon passing thru the doors of the mall, I was assailed by all the soundsof the crowd and the stores. For some reason, my senses seemed to besharper. Sounds seem to be louder and crisper, colors brighter andsharper. Even the smells from the food court. The top doors opened and I had stereo components inside, but below, inside the bottom doors was a little enclosure, a little cage for my girls. I could hear Emily whimpering as she opened the heavy wooden doors of the cabinet, just inside were heavy steel bars with a thick padlock. Emily hopped inside and pulled the metal bars shut behind her, she glanced over her shoulder at me as she squeezed inside. I stood and pulled up my pants as I heard the lock snap shut. I loved the look. You pull your t-shirt up over your head. Maria studies your breasts. *And the rest* she says. So you unzip the jeans and pull them down/ kicking them off over your feet. As you remove your g-string you see Marias hand moving up between her dark legs. *Now touch yourself!* she commands. *What?* The sand scratches against your body. Burning your calfs/ buttocks/ heels/ shoulders. *I want you to fuck your hand.* Maria lifts her skirt just enough for you to see that her crotch is bare. No. He hears downstairs three voices: his wife Layla, her sister Aisha and their friend Shereen. He goes to the guest room, where his wardrobe stands. His wardrobe does not fit in the bedroom so it is here. He sees that there has been slept in the two guest beds. Probably Aisha and Shereen slept here. He cannot remember. Out of curiosity (and horniness) he smells the pillow and sheets of the nearest bed. He cannot smell anything special. When he smells the other bed he recognizes the smell of.