Hoping beyond hope thatit had all been a very bad dream, I threw the sheets off andstared down at my self. I was indeed wearing pink panties. Whatwas ...orse was that I had evidently had a wet dream during thenight, because they were stained. That was going to pose somevery "interesting" questions. I put my shorts back on and wentdownstairs to where my mom had grandma were sitting at thekitchen table, scooping through the want ads. "Mom," I askedquietly, afraid of the answer, "can we go to the. I could hardly start our programme with the girl as she was, however much she (or I) might wish it. I freed her ankles and knees and unfastened the gag. I pulled the wad of cloth from her sister's mouth and told the two girls to follow me into my consulting room. They followed obediently. A good sign, I thought.My consulting room is a comfortable space. A heavy leather chesterfield provides seating, usually for my clients. I have my desk, my chair and my books. It looks out onto the small. It was not a cold night by late autumn standards but the weather was alittle fresh. Jayne took a deep breath, and looked slightly upwards tosoak in the atmosphere of city partygoers moving between venues. With thebackground music of the club gone, the tune that suddenly came into herhead was Procul Harum's "Whiter Shade Of Pale," and she did really didwish she was far away from these things.Unable to dislodge that song from her head, she skipped a light fandangothrough the streets in no. ..', I said as she leaned over me. Her hair smelled of her Lavender shampoo and was intoxicating. She lifted my ass and took off my underwear, exposing my hard cock. Then she took my hand and said, ' It's ok honey. I'm glad you saw me doing that. Get up now. We're going to my room!'We were laying on her bed right next to each other. She reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and took it off. Then she put one arm under my head and with her hand reached my right nipple and started pinching it.