A truework of art, made of steel and neoprene, covered in satin.To the casual observer it looked as if I was wearing a pairof ladies panties. It was n...t restrictive to anything butmy genitals. The damn thing allowed full freedom of motion,and even allowed me to complete my bodily functions easily,as long as I sat down to do them, of course.At that point I didn't see that I had a lot of choice. Icould rebel and not get dressed. An option I did notconsider very seriously because I knew that I. She stated, ‘Mrs. Brown is a nice teacher and there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s also not a ‘dyke’ and if you didn’t leave your legs open all day she probably wouldn’t have noticed.’ Before Marsha could berate Kelly, I jumped in. ‘Listen, Marsha, if you really want to go to soccer practice and Mrs. Brown was wrong, why don’t you just stand up, pull up your skirt and show Kelly and I that you are wearing panties. If you do that, you can go.’ ‘What!? I’m not gonna do that in front of you. What. ” Gina was getting quite good at lying as she neared her 30th birthday.Gina spent the next couple of days masturbating herself stupid watching Mandy’s video over and over again. She also drained poor old Dave, her husband, dry as she took him to bed as often as possible as Gina was really randy thanks to her friend’s indiscretion. What Dave thought was going on she didn’t care but he didn’t complain as he got much more than he usually enjoyed with Gina.Mandy returned to work the following. She got up and pulled two phone books from the closetbehind her and tried again. That seemed fine with her.I could tell she knew I was watching, and she wastrying to pretend she wasn’t aware of it or at leastthat she could not care less.A few minutes later, I entered her office. She wasn’tthere. I took the phone books off of the chair androlled in a new chair, one I knew could adjust to theright height without the phone books. I put the phonebooks away and scribbled a note on the.