I’ve never seen an article of her clothing on the floor until that moment. Her T-shirt, bra, jeans, panties, and socks flew and hadn’t settled bef...re she was kneeling before me looking straight ahead. “Kneel on the bed,” I ordered.“But, master, you are still dressed. Don’t you want me to... ?”“Is this your idea of obedience?” In an instant, Wendy was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her butt sticking up toward me and her eyes focused straight ahead. I stepped back so I was sure she couldn’t see. TAP TAP....Helen was at the door ...'Are you ok' she asked ...'Nearly ready' I replied...'Just my panties to slip on'......Helen walked in....'Dont worry about them ' she said ......'You wont be needing those '.......'Hold on' she said ......'Sit down'.......and she proceeded to straighten me up here and there ...a tuft of my hairpiece adjusted here and a slight tug of my basque and a suspender adjustment there ...and I was ready.She walked out of the room and I followed as she directed me to. And that door closes, then you need to know it will never open again either, just as it never will for Bobby, or anyone else as long as we are. So if you decide you want to have sex with someone else, then fine ... I'll accept that, but the door has to close then too, ok?" Ok," I said simply, still stunned that I had just heard what I had, but she was smiling, tears no longer rolling down her face. "Cool, now ... go lock the front door and meet me in your office."By the time I got back to my. The last he should want was for them to kiss. But if he forgot for a moment that they were Carly and Sam, and just saw them as two attractive girls…Sam, too, was watching the playback with a smile, though hers was more devious in nature. This would be all over the internet, and might even make it to TV. The thought of being mentioned on a gossip show was quite hilarious to her. Next to her, Carly started breathing a lot heavier and faster when the kiss approached. Nervous, probably. When Sam.