It was carpeted in thick wool pile carpet in the deepest, richest shade of red you could imagine. Around the outside there were vintage pictures in bl...ck and white. They showed women in exquisite underwear. Corsets, bras, suspenders, lace panties, stockings, everything you could want to own if you were a sensual woman. Daniel made his way over to a deep, leather sofa and sat down. Vanessa was stood in the middle of the room, her petite form was just perfect and it made Daniel hard looking at. With everything cleaned up, the two girls came over to where I am sitting. I hadn't heard their conversation, but I did catch the giggling and low whispers."Master, Tara and I were just talking... if you aren't too full from dinner how about a little dessert?" Angel asks."What's for dessert?" I ask, totally missing the suggestiveness of her statement.She produces a can of spray whipping cream. The girls throw off their tops and Angel puts a dollop of whipping cream on all four of their. I moan, arch my back and pull your head tightly against my chest, loving the feel of your mouth on me. As if suddenly realizing how vulnerable we are to being caught, you pull me into the shower area and draw the curtains closed. You reach in to the shower stall to turn on the water but then step back out with me in the changing area of the small room. At my questioning look you whisper, "It will drown out any noise and with it on, nobody will come in here". Pulling me close, you kiss me. I feel gross. I'm leaning over the sink lost in silent reverie when Maia says hi the first time.Cough "HI."I jump, startled, and turn around to greet my wife of six months. As soon as I see her, all the angst fades and I smile. She's wearing a short, bright yellow T-shirt dress that complements her smooth caramel skin and contrasts her short black hair. She's barefoot, and I notice her freshly polished, short fingernails match her glossy toenails. I want to know whether she's wearing anything.