You pull me up and slide the teddy off over my head. Laying me back down you reach for my high heels, taking them off one at a time. Then you reach up...and unbuckle my thigh highs from my garter belt then sliding them down my legs and tossing them away. You look at me, smile, then reach for the warming oil and you start with my feet, working your way up each thigh, out side then inside. Making sure not to touch my glistening pussy. Continuing up my stomach to each breasts, making sure you spend. They started bitching at me like I’d never been spoken to before. I tried to tell them that I’d just made a mistake, but my voice was drowned out by all the guys yelling and swearing. They’d won the game, but the local crowd had thrown their rubbish and sworn at them. They swore they’d never been so disrespected, and wanted me to apologise. I tried to tell them that I knew nothing about it, but they just weren’t listening. I finally got sick of all their swearing and nasty looks so I. Not angry, but very firm. "Put them back on. And this." She was wearing a white nightie I'd never cared for, since it was supposed to fit through the bodice and then flare into a sort of puffy chiffon skirt. I'm not built like a girl, though, so it was loose in the chest, tight in the waist, and the skirt wasn't made of an erotic material, not to the touch, at any rate. It was to the eye. 'This' was a pink nylon chemise, one of those things that mail-order houses sell cut-rate on the back of. She foldied her arms. "Get into your jammies and get to bed. I mean it about your bedtime. 10 o'clock from now on." She relented, seeing my look of humiliated injury. "OK, 11. But not a minute later. And no Internet after 10 PM. This is ironclad. You'll lose your privileges for a month if I catch you online." She eyed my closed IBook. "The second time results in no more iBook. Are we clear on this?"I nodded miserably."Why aren't you dressed then?"I scrambled into my pajamas. My top was reversed.