Her breath deepened further and her back suddenly arched as a tingling feeling shot through her. She let go of one nipple and slid her hand under her ...hort satin top. She brushed her finger over her breast to begin softly pinching and pulling at the nipple again. She loved the different feeling of a hand touching one breast over the silky top and the other directly on her other breast skin-to-skin.As her breathing began to quicken she slid one hand down her stomach and over her satin shorts.. Darla’s idea of power, control was to show up and have me serve her orally. Put me in my place, so to speak. I did that, feeling shame and excitement at the same time. Then Cary, competitive Cary. We raced, I won. Perhaps he even let me? We raced for Maria, so sweet to look at, so efficient in the kitchen and around the house. Yet she accepted sex with me as a reward? Or was it just to allow Cary even more control? To both Cary and Darla staff were nothing more than servants, plus they doubled. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but working as a surgeon in one of the busiest hospitals downtown didn’t give him much time for that sort of thing. He was an ok looking guy, and liked to flirt with girls- usually the pretty nurses at work- but it never seemed to lead anywhere. Never had the time to. It was a shame that the only person to experience his big curved cock was his own right hand usually. He had a great sex life at college, and knew his way round a woman’s body, but since starting. Our suite was very nice, and we had access to the full services of the resort. We all spent our daytime hours skiing. During the evenings, we enjoyed each other's company, by playing games, and talking. They were both proud of my grades, and wanted to make sure that I wasn't spending all of my time studying.By the end of the week, my legs finally felt adjusted to the skiing. I could go all day without getting the burn in my thighs, as I usually did during the first couple of days. Mom and Dad.