The pretty yet business-like skirt she was wearing shifted nicely across her toned legs as she sorta crashed a little into the bookcase along the wall...I was about to take control over her mind when she smiled. A huge smile. A look of wonder replaced the one of fear as she stood up straight."Oh my God! What are they? They are beautiful. They look like.... But they can't be." she said in utter confusion but completely awestruck at the same time.Ruby was standing on my shoulder hiding in my hair.. She started moaning Ahhhh, ,Oooh, Yuuu, which was exciting me further.I started playing with her hairs and kept my mouth on her face and all possible locations. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it in no time. I squeezed her flashy ass cheeks and started nibbling and poking them. I started slapping her ass lightly in the beginning and her response was bit louder moans. Her fingers were playing with my hairy chest and suddenly she started licking my nipples and chest including my. "Slowly I went up stairs, now what was I in for? Laid out on the bedwere fresh black seamed stockings, a black garter belt, black pantieswith 4 rows of white frills across them, and a sheer black bra. Nextto the bra was a pair of silicon breasts. So this was going toanother stage. I then looked across at the wardrobe to see hanging onthe door a French maids dress with a white apron and beside it amulti layered petticoat. Obviously Anne was taking this all the wayand I had no choice. As I moved. After a short stay, we all returned to the FBPI complex in Virginia.Following a delayed lunch, we all watched the news on the big screen cable TV in one of the break rooms. The reporters on several of the channels had certainly twisted the facts to make it appear that we were to blame for everything that happened that morning, and not the government. Two other channels gave a much more balanced report of what actually happened."Well, now we know which reporters we can trust with our story," Dad.