The gangbang of Fran lasted for hours with each men blasting at least one load of man sauce in each of her holes. Finally everyone was exhausted and ...aying around the room breathing hard. The carpet was a mess with all the cum. It was going to have to be cleaned. Fran wondered if the carpet cleaners would recognize what the mess was and if they might get the idea that she might put out for them while they were there. Fran went around and gave each cock a final little thank you suck. Then. Good, that's the way to doit."Now I sat down across from her. "Keep your legs together as you sit.Also smooth your skirt under your bottom as you sit so it doesn't getwrinkled." I stood up and sat down again the way she had instructed me."Now you're almost the perfect young lady," she said. "Of course youneed pantyhose with a panty girdle like the one you are wearing sinceit doesn't have garters. Some of my other girdles have attachedgarters, and for those you'll need stockings. Let me get you. Between my thumb and forefinger I squeezed her nipple and she let out a whimper. She pulled up her skirt to reveal her panties. They were a design I had never seen before “you like these?” she asked. I moved my hand down to the foreign underwear to feel them. They were sheer but with a spider web pattern to them which was almost rubbery. “I don’t usually wear underwear for dates but I saw these and though you might like them” I was transfixed on the damp warmth between her legs as I continued. “You alright,” asked my concerned voice. “Because I thought I heard something.” The reaction was instantaneous because he lifted his knees, so that it wasn’t obvious what he’d been doing, and looked a trifle embarrassed. “No I’m fine,” he quietly answered while staring directly at my hard nipples once again. “Okay,” I smiled when about to turn and head towards the door; but at that moment I suddenly stopped. Seeing this Adam looked at me with some slight curiosity as I then started walking.