On the bed, some clothes were laid out. My eyes skimmed over them and Mr. Stevens surprised me when he told me to undress.“What?” I stammered.“T...ke everything off,” he commanded. “And then put on those clothes,” he said, pointing to the bed.I didn’t move."You said you’d do anything, Michelle. Should I make the phone call now?"Those words, that threat, stunned me into action. "No Mr. Stevens... I will do what you’ve told me to do."Without another word, he walked to the door where he paused and. "You absolutely sure?" asked John."Yep," said James. "Castle, trains. Suits me."It was decided then. All John had to do was contact Anne and let themknow.He went to phone Anne up, but ended up getting Helen instead."Hi mom. Is Anne there?" asked John."She's upstairs, building a bunk bed," said Helen. "I'll get her foryou."A few minutes had passed when Anne answered."Hi John. Just in the process of assembling a bunk bed," she said,slightly out of breath."Another child on the way?" he replied,. Happily, they returned to the kitchen.“Hey, what’s all these clothes then? Eh?” shouted Nikki, pointing to Mike’s jeans. The girls descended on him, rubbing their hands against the tell-tale bulge as they pulled his jeans to his ankles. They then pulled his underpants down, watching his cock spring upwards, noting that the foreskin was already rolled back exposing the purple head.Lauren and Nikki fixed the lunch just in case her mother rang early, and ate quickly in the kitchen, before taking. When she did, she said, "I had to take those stockings off in the night. They had served their purpose and didn't feel good." You were something to see on that bed in your stockings and high heeled shoes." I pulled her panties to my nose and smelled the crotch."Thank you. I felt desired. Shall we get some breakfast?"She went out and I dressed. As I dressed and put on my watch, I saw that today was December 23. Since they were staying, I would find another present for each of them.During the.