She put it over Paul’s head, put his arms through the armholes and pulled it down. Next, she removed his boxers, and slid a matching pair of pink p...nties up his legs. Pulling him to his feet, she eased the panties up.“What’s going on?” Paul asked. “Why am I wearing these things?”“Why darling, you are a bit drunk, it’s a little chilly in here, I don’t know where you keep your pyjamas, and I don’t want you catching cold. So I’ve just put an old nightie and some panties on you. No need to. After he picked it up he charged toward me flat out. I'd have thought he would have bounced farther back, but you can't have everything.After he regained his feet he began shouting at me, and since I couldn't make out a lot of it, I assumed it was serious cursing in their language and probably whatever was translating wasn't quite sure what kind of a motherfucker he was calling me.I thought about just going into the house and brewing a pot of coffee and then coming out to watch him rant an. I had no real clue how to pull that off - and I was more than a little confused why a guy would pick a girly frou-frou princess for such a role, anyway. Since, as previously noted, I hated to be unprepared, I made a beeline for the local expert.Diana was not confused. “Oh, Aaron, yeah,” she said with an indulgent, reminiscent smile. “He’s really into the whole humiliation thing. I’ve done him a couple times.”“Wouldn’t you be better at it?” I asked. “Is he tired of you or something?”Now I was. I put sixtydollars on the table. John and Charlie did the honours at the bar andbought the drinks to the table. Danielle nestled up to me on the loungeand I put my arm around him. I had never seen him so contented. Afteran hour of chat and drinks, I stood to go, "Come on Danielle, time toshow you off to your mum." Have you got a second boss, I need to talk to you in private." Cindyasked."Sure." She led me over near the bar area away from the group. "What'sthe matter?" I have to tell you this,.