” “You are lying,” Ryan curtly replied. “Sit down, back straight, hands on your knees. I think it is only fair that I open and check out your...package.” “No, please don’t,” Becky, pleaded as Ryan opened the package. She sat there fidgeting with her legs pulled tightly together and her hands on her knees. Ryan pulled out a pair of red lace panties and held them up for Becky to see. She wanted to leave, to grab her things and go but she couldn’t get up. Some fear or desire was keeping her. I tried to see if there was any panty lines through the material, but didn't see any. My wife stumbled up to our room saying something about getting her friend some pillows and blankets. I kept her friend company, pretty much holding her up from falling flat on her face. At one point she said she needed to pee, and I walked her to the bathroom. She went right in, leaving the door wide open and pulled up her skirt and plopped down to piss. She was oblivious to the fact I was standing right there. I don’t like to brag, but I’m pretty good at it, and he liked me. He liked shaving his legs for me. He liked wearing panties to work for me. He liked spanking himself on webcam while I watched. It was all pretty vanilla stuff for a PSO, to tell the truth.We had a good time for quite a while. Then one day he calls me with this crazy idea. He says he likes doing what I say, but he’d like it better if I made him do what I say.Now the thing about fetishes you’ve got to be careful about is if. "When in Rome ... This is what happens in Rome." He was blatantly running a finger up and down her wet pussy lips.Xania grumbled, "Well, I don't like it! You're practically publicly molesting me! It's like we're all just here to arouse you to a truly incredible degree."Katherine couldn't help but snicker, "By George, I think she's got it!" YES!" Susan pumped her fist, and gave Katherine a knowing and approving look.Xania was finding this situation curiously exciting. She especially got off on.