What do your panties look like?? ?Uhhh? They are white and have a butterfly on the crotch, Sir.? ?I don't know if you are telling the truth. Maybe you...are lying to me.? ?Your cocksucker is not lying, Master! I swear. That's what they look like.Cunt swears.? ?I don't know if I believe you. Take off your panties and hand them to meas proof.? Sierra knew her panties were soaking wet with her arousal and she was humiliatedto show him. But she was terrified of being punished again, so she slowly. Rose wakes one morning to realize that she is the subject to a party, planned by her husband. But as her day unfolds, she realizes there will be no cake and ice cream at this party THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. All characters are above the legal age of consent. He awoke to find Rose still asleep at his side. He smiled as he ran his hand across her bare ass, giving it a firm squeeze. He rolled himself on top of her, pushing her. Grey responded by sweeping her up in his arms by her ass but she pushed him away, “watch the make-up” she directed. He backed off. “Let’s go lie to some customers and get drunk!” and they were gone.What do I do? Should I slip out? Should I wait hours for their return? I chose the later, and settled-in.Hours later I was disturbed by some noise. I roused from my closet repose and watched. Judy and Grey had returned and were obviously drunk. As soon as the door closed, they were in each other’s. She was though still good enough to turn a few heads. The wives started talking about life without the children for a week and a great vacation ahead of them. Cindy told how she had always wanted to go to Italy and see the places where important historical events had happened. She was a history teacher at a local school. As Cindy turned and started talking to his wife again, Jake looked at the beautiful face and imagined what it would be like to fuck Cindy. He just wanted to grab those boobs.