Rachel took methrough a series of room each leading into the other without a singledoor to bar the way. Eventually she led me into a room with at leas... adozen other women occupying themselves inside it. All of them looked upat me as we entered and Rachel held up her hand when we entered. Theother women turned back to what they were doing and she led me intoanother connected room and started pulling out clothing that was similarin design as what she was wearing and only differed in size and. We still gave each other a hug and a kiss when he arrived and left.I used to dry my washing on an airer in my conservatory when the weather wasn't so good. One day, when he came to visit, there was a selection of stockings, two or three different suspender belts, plus bras and knickers, all very visible. If I knew that anyone else was likely to visit I would have put the drier upstairs, but for George? Well, he'd spent enough time trying to glimpse my underwear between the buttons of my blouse,. We soap and wash each others bodies. As we are washing we caress certain parts. I caress your breasts. You continue to caress and pull on my swelling penis. Getting it as hard as it has ever been. We get out of the shower and dry each other. I pat you dry paying close attention to your round bottom. When we are done we leave the bathroomand return to the bedroom.Back in the bedroom we climb onto the bed and lay in each others arms.While we kiss and caress each others bodies again. You are. I needed to cum. I was so close. Jim ignored my pleas. I could hear him walking to the front door. "Get rid of them quickly," I instructed. I lay there panting and squeezing my thighs together to apply pressure to my erect clitoris. If I could just touch myself, I could climax in ten seconds. Jim was gone for an extended period of time, maybe four or five minutes; certainly longer than it would take to answer the door and tell whoever it was that we were busy or not interested. I heard him.