... you?" Ohhhh thigh highs too, I just LOVE thigh highs.... meet me tomorrow in the garden shed before my wife gets home..." Ted groaned."She know?"...Frank murmured."Oh fuck no, ..... darling..... meet me..., ok?" and walked away....Frank was aghast, first not knowing what to think, then a moment later getting the biggest fucking hardon he'd ever had! That night he donned the baby blue babydolls he loved, curling up and shivering in anticipation!He got up the next morning and called Ted,. «uh, um Harry? Could you excuse me?» asked Hermonie, her voice shaken. «Can you give me a reason too?» «Um, uh, its girl things, be right back.» Hermonie said as she retreated to the bathroom…Harry was now free to take out his cock; he stroked it before getting up to follow Hermonie. As he slowly opened the bathroom door, he saw Hermonie, with her skirt up, and her Fingers all over her pussy, masturbating like a madman. It squirted a little a Hermonie moaned more and more. Harry thought he. I hoped it was Mary and she would release me from this ridiculous game she was playing. The door creaked open.With the blindfold on I was desperate to see who it was, I wanted to hear a voice anything, but instead the bed felt like someone was sat next to me. I moved my head as if looking around, pointless considering. Then it happened. The tip of my cock was peaking through the waste band of the black thong I had stupidly put on, it was in pure pain with being so dam hard. I felt just the tip. She really needed to work on those apparently. Today she put her heels on instead of carrying them in. What the hell had she been thinking? She could barely walk and had to take it super slow on the massively high heels.Then came the dreaded lobby again. It was more crowded than the previous evening . Maybe it was the fact she was concentrating so much on her heels that she gave up caring about the people around. Why should she care what they thought? So what if she was really a slut going to.