.. socks... shoes... underwear? Why is there a bra here? I thought as I looked at the clothes. I look around the room and see nobody is here. Well, sh...t.I make my way over to the band closet and open the door. Where are those bags... Ah, here we are. I grab a plastic grocery bag and head back to the chair. I throw the shorts, shirt, and shoes in the bag, but stop at the underwear. Whose stuff is this...? I try not to think of it as I pick them up and throw them in the bag with the bra. Hell,. They got dressed, but told me to remain naked.For next two day, both of them, enjoyed each other, all over the places in the house like kitchen, bathrooms, drawing room. For two days I was not allowed to wear anything and become their servant. I was naked all the times and serving them food, drinks, water, tea etc, like a servant. Priya even made me to wash underwear of both of them, dirty with blood stains and semen of sanjay.From now on every weekend, Sanjay comes to fuck my wife and I am. "Heck, no!" Connie frowned. "He said he was all zapped out! I wonder who? I have a suspicion some other woman's monkey has been gobbling my hubby's meat-banana!"Mavis sensed herself blushing, hoped that Connie and Miriam didn't notice. Willie had fucked her! Yet, she felt certain he hadn't told his wife about it, Connie was leering at Miriam. "I think I know whose animal got his meat!"Miriam giggled appreciatively and looked away as she sipped her coffee and whiskey. And Mavis was relieved;. "Once they see how good you look, how well you can act, the phone will be ringing off the hook." What if I screw it up though?" I wondered, picking at my salad. "I just want to keep modeling." This is modeling," Daddy told me. "You're just doing it on TV, that's all." Maybe." I sipped some champagne to hide my nervousness."A little internet exposure won't hurt either." Internet?" It's complicated," Daddy said, reaching for my hand. "You trust me, right?" Of course I do." We're really going to.