Only weird thing was there were absolutely no windows.Well time to see where exactly I was. Heading towards the door, realization set in that somethin... fucky was going on.The door out of the room had no door knob, or anything else I could find to let me out. After a few minutes of trying I sat down on the couch. Maybe the tv would tell me where I was. Hotels always had their own information channel.Before the actual screen came to life, the speakers came alive. “Welcome to the Agen News. When next auntie opened the package to that pair of lacey black fishnet stockings, I was told to sit on the end of my bed and to lift up a leg. How electric I found their smoothness and tightness as she carefully slid it over my foot and then carefully up my left leg. God they made my legs look so sexy and so completely feminine. And how wonderful their tighness felt as if they were giving off these incredable small great feeling sparks as well. Once tightly in place, Auntie had me stand up so. While Brett was looking at the floor, I allowed one of my breasts to fall out of my dress. I said, “Oh, how embarrassing, Brett, can you help me with this?” He looked up at me stunned. I could see a wet spot slowly starting in his shorts. I took his hand and guided it to my breast. I held it there and savored the feeling of his strong smooth hands grasping my tit. I allowed my other breast to fall out. I said, “You can touch it, if you want.” He didn’t need much help this time and slowly. “Is hubby just a teeny bit jealous huh? Did his naughty wife go out and leave him all frustrated whilst she was out with a young stud? Did poor hubby spend the night with a hard on, trying to work out where I was and what I was doing?” She continued to rub my cock through my jeans and I was fighting to not come. Her lips and tongue in mine as she continued to breath the words into me. “Did his mind fill with regret and anger, angst and desire at what she was doing? Was his sweet, private and.