Although I always saw me as a "normal" boy, mainly interested in sports and girls, receiving good grades, the work of my father was, in contrast, not ...o "normal" at all. But at that time, I didn't know. My Mother always fended off questions regarding, what my dad was exactly working on. She always used to answer my questions in a pattern of explaining, why I don't neccessarily need to know. "You know, your father is an successfull engineer, working for the U.S. Government, we don't need to know. But I restricted him from taking that as he looked cute in his socks. It reminded that he is just a school k**. He was wearing neat white underwear. I was impressed by the cleanliness and gave full credit to his mother.I asked him to sit on a metal chair which I found in the room. As he sat down, he watched me take off my panties from my underskirt. I didn’t take off my underskirt as I felt bit shy to take it off so soon in front of an u******e k**. My panties was bit drenched from my own. You must step upstairs and greet her before you leave."Now, what can I do for you?" I need you to sign a blanket pardon for me. As soon as I have it, I will tell you an amazing story, that happened right under our noses, and almost got us both killed."He looked shocked and I briefly thought he would refuse, but he picked up the phone and ordered a pardon prepared, leaving names and dates blank, and brought to him immediately. It took no time before an aide delivered the document, and Charles. " Yes, well get naked, and let's see what we can do."Scott complied. Daphne was patient, she showed her how to put on herstockings, the thong, the 'corset' which didn't actually narrow her waistdown but was the style of lingerie. Scott felt more naked with theseclothes on than she did when actually naked. Then she looked at Daphne."What now?"Daphne smiled. "Now you wait here, while I get dressed." She winked anddisappeared into the walk-in closet, closing the door behind her.Minutes passed and.