The porch is open and completely exposed to the street. You look around. With the light from the porch you are exposed to the world. Because of the li...ht you can't see past a few short feet beyond the porch. You reach down and unbutton your shorts and slide them down your hips and then step out of them. You open the door and drop the clothing inside. All you have on now are your panties.You feel the cool night air blowing on your nipples. The panties are the hardest part. But you bend over and. It was quite a mixture that she wore for the self imposed task, the tee shirt and skirt from earlier had been matched with my old Wellington boots, complete with turned down tops, an incongruous mix at the best of times, but she still hadn't restored the skirt to it's normal length and apart from the boots being at least three sizes too large, she was still panty - less and I couldn't really generate much interest in the usual sensational "Soap star had an affair with queen mum's second cousin". As instructed from Mistress I was wearing a red basque, stockings and panties under my ‘man’ clothes, I was feeling very horny and hoping I’d get to suck Jack’s cock on the way to Mistress Jane’s house.I saw Jack waiting for me as I walked clear of the crowd, he saw me too and waved me to come over to the car park. We chatted briefly as we walked to his car. As he got in I started to open the passenger door, but he said, “No Evie, get in the back, there’s a bag of make-up in there waiting for. Not long now Baby. As Bob thinks you look so good I think we should take some pictures for the family album.” Dad says as he heads into the sitting room. I hear him routing through cupboards. “That’s it. Come in here” he says. As I walk through the door I’m almost blinded by the flash of a camera. “What are you doing Dad?” I ask bemused. “Taking pictures of my beautiful daughter” is the answer I get back. Click, click, click. “Come and sit down” he asks. I walk to the sofa, all the time with.