A black guy was walking up the corridor in the other direction fully clothed. "These are the downstairs rooms," she said waving at a corridor of doors... I noticed a pair of pink panties on the floor outside two of the doors. "That's where the magic happens. There are more rooms upstairs. I wonder if we can take a peek in here..." she nudged a door open and poked her head around, then opened it wider and waved me in. She stopped me in the doorway."Panties not allowed in here. Pull them down to. (No guidelines on what to do if they don’t get it)4. Must not hide nudity, must not cross legs when seated, must jiggle and wiggle while walking.5. Must push up nose and oink like a pig any time they drink tea he makes for them.6. Must come to his room in the morning and let him select their outfit – may not change without permission. No bras or panties7. Both can only wear clothes if they leave the houseAdam summed up the existing rules before he would tell them his final rule of the morning.. Instinct took over us as our lips pressed against each other’s and our mouths parted ever so slightly to let our tongues collide in their own erotic coupling. I felt his hands on me, large and firm. He skillfully moved from one breast to the other massaging, rubbing, pinching. I made a soft moan in my throat. My own hands were around his neck, savoring the feel and chiseled definition of his lean, muscular shoulders and biceps, his form was so masculine and sculpted. Our embrace quickened our. "This will never be washed, and dry again, by the time we have to go out!" I told her. She hurried my clothes in to her washing machine, and then as it filled with water I realised I was kinda stuck. I couldn't go home in my boxers, and now it would be at least 2 hours until the machine released them. "Can I help tidy?" I asked "I think I got some wine on the floor?". She thanked me as I knelt on the floor wiping up any traces, and as I finished I turned to see her applying the last of her.