She was wearing a white tennis style skirt and a white sports bra. She sat on the bed and he steped out of frame. I could tell they where talking but ... didn't have the sound on the DVR connected . Then in walked an older gentleman with graying hair wearing a business suit. He was facing my wife as she sat on the bed, she pulled up her legs so that her tennis shoes where on flat on the bed, this opened the little pleated tennis skirt for him to see. It was still down far enough that I couldn't. Daddy watches patiently while I then get naked. He makes us kneel on the sofa cushions facing the wall behind it. Daddy slowly walks towards us and slowly drags a finger down our spines then circles our taint and balls. He momentarily stops at our inner thighs and SLOWLY moves his fingers up our cracks and circles our assholes. I love when papa does that, it makes me want him to put his cock in it.But Daddy has other plans for us. "You, boy, get under junior and suck his cock." I like it. I trusted Basil completely now, although I wasn't entirely sureI knew why. If he said I had to wear these clothes, then I had to wear these clothes. I wouldn't be able to remain here with Yvette if Ididn't wear these clothes.Once I was fully clothed again, Yvette kissed me lightly on the lips."You look nice," she smiled. Unexpectedly, she placed something on myhead.I couldn't believe it.Yvette had put a shoulder-length blonde wig on my head. I knew I shouldhave been more surprised and upset. She went straight for my belt, undoing the buckle and then unfastening the button before lowering my fly. She knelt and slowly lowered my trousers taking care to let her hands slide down my legs. I stepped out of each leg and let Joyce finish relieving me of my shirt at the same time. My head was spinning from either the excitement of the situation, the beauty of both women, the lack of blood to my brain or all three.“May I?” Alice asked Joyce as she reached for my briefs. Her eyes were.