The bed is huge. There is a beautiful wooden cabinet with many gowns and beautiful clothes hanging inside. The girls dry me and begin to fix my blon...e hair. They curl it and then apply make up. After, the cuffs are removed and they help me into a pink evening gown. The bottom littered with beautiful ruffles. The gown itself was extremely expensive looking. I finally plead with them to tell me what is going on. Finally, the smaller girl whispers "you are the Monarch's special guest. .” But then he didn’t finish his sentence.I felt my heart pound. Part of me wanted to be naughty, the dirtier the better, but the other side of me didn’t want to get arrested. Of course, Chad’s house was close enough that we could always fuck there. “Okay,” I finally said, “I’ll be good, I promise... at least for right now.”We both stayed in the water till our boners went down, then walked back to our stuff. We didn’t towel ourselves off because we didn’t need to. The warm air felt good. The fall was well advanced; the forecasters said there would be frost in the hill country over the weekend. It was cool right now, but not terribly so. He could hear Barbara humming happily in the kitchen behind him. She'd decided a glass of hot chocolate would be just the thing to end the day with.They'd been two years and more getting here. It hadn't been easy. Steve had fought it tooth and nail for a long time. If his firm hadn't effectively forced him to go with Barbara to counseling, they. I could see her hands work their way down the buttons, until the front was undone. She shrugged the garment off and carefully tossed it onto the coffee table out of harm's way. Just as I had guessed, her pert breasts were right there for me to admire. That was what I had expected, that Jessica had not bothered wearing a bra on her date, the better to please her horny young lovers. She had a fine pair of breasts, soft and creamy, contrasting with the dark, puffy areoles with the firm nipples.