"You will have your panties but I'm afraid they won't be around your waist and bum; they'll be stuffed in your mouth." Well, I better make sure I have...a clean pair then, hadn't I?" said Avril somewhat sarcastically."Actually, no, dear," said her husband apologetically. " Mr. Peters was clear that your panties had to be 'soiled', as in used by you while masturbating so they would smell of sex and be damp when they were stuffed into your mouth as a gag. Oh, and your hands are to be tied tight. ”“So, our wedding night it is!” Jessica grinned. “That means going easy on the booze, Steve!”“One other little detail,” I said. “Your first time.”“It has to be with both of you,” Jessica said. “We’ll figure out the details later, but it has to be all three of us.”I nodded, “We talked to Mark last night and he’s going to do both ceremonies. We’ll do the three-way one first, then sort of sneak aside with Mark and Dave and Julia for the legal bit. It’ll be pretty short.”We talked through all the. You’re holding your hand out as a clear request. When I hand them over, you lock them in your fist and keep them as a token. A token for what exactly, I’m not sure.Using my arm as a string of a marionette doll, you lay me down on the sofa onto my back and pull my legs apart. My arousal is undeniable, yet you foolishly choose to ignore it. You cock your head; your gaze lingers on the hand that you are still controlling, and, sliding it down my stomach, you make me touch my most private parts. My. After today you'reenjoying the thrill of being a girl in disguise, and the feeling of foolingpeople. The guy is older, college age, and not wearing the uniform -- he'sgot too much self respect for that. When he sees you he smiles back, openingthe delivery bag with a one-handed flourish."Hi, having a party?" he asks, listening to the loud laughter coming frominside the house."Just some school friends," you answer, folding your arms under your breastsself-consciously. He gives you a once-over,.