I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door b...hind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Should I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is it a bouquet? It is intoxicating whatever I call it, and then I run my tongue along the dampness and taste you for the first time. Second-hand. Wasn’t it Teddy Roosevelt who said something about speaking softly while carrying a big stick? We’re going to be open about what we are looking for — well, as open as we can be while still being careful — but we aren’t going to be stupid, either. If the shit hits the fan, I want everyone to respond competently without panicking. We don’t want to be a group of naive tourists who will get themselves killed because of their inadequacy.“You and your wives will receive some of the training that most. ‘Surely you mean.. ‘Un-dressed’ like that..’ Replied Geoff. ‘Come on the pair of you outside and into the car. I’ve been waiting all day to take the pair of you sexy minxes out for a drink. Don’t disappoint me now.’ So with that he steered both Angela and I out the door and into the car. Just as he said 10 minutes later we were at the pub and going inside. I pulled my coat tightly around and buttoned it all the way up and down. We sat in a alcove and Geoff ordered drinks. I felt vulnerable and. Once he did he almost fainted at what he saw.In the place of his black boxers were the same panties Ginger had, the red cotton ones. They clung to his ass like a second skin, but also fell between the crack of his ass, making it a fake thong. His hips were widened by maybe 10 inches. His legs looked feeble and hairless.Gim shaved his legs and his body hair often, but he didn't do so lately. Gim wasn't gay or anything... he just didn't like the idea of hair on his body. Besides now his legs were.