The drive to Peter's house was uneventful. He didn't offer much in the way of conversation and I sat passively and watched the world go by as we climb...d the roads into the Hollywood Hills in his Jag. His house was nice. Not a huge mansion, but certainly bigger than our house and in a much better neighborhood. He escorted me inside. It was nicely furnished and contemporary. He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn't want to drink. Before we knew it was gone 5:30pm and nothing had been sorted for tea. We decided to go to Emma's and grab a take-away. I gave James a call and asked him to collect the food and meet us at hers. Emma tried to call Chris but couldn't seem to get through to him. Turned out he was on call for work and had been called to a job.once we arrived at Emma and Chris's we sat in the lounge and began to eat, in the house it has two separate sofas i noticed James sat on the one Emma was sat on (i wonder. She issued a quiet chuckle under her breath. My pulse quickened as I braced myself to hear the command I knew was coming. “Panties down, please, Madison,” she instructed. My flush of shame flared to a more intense shade of crimson, the air-conditioned office suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm. Her tone was calm, but I immediately complied without question, years of discipline causing an instinctive reaction to obey. I dragged the waistband of my underwear downward, peeling the wet panty crotch. I noticed that she was sleeping while her one hand was on me.It might be due to cold that she in her sleep is half inside my blanket. Then I noticed weird tickling at my crotch area. I had a boner and her leg is just beside it gently touching it. Which made the situation even worse. I started to think of things which can calm down my boner but this thing has a mind of its own.So I turned to the other side and tried to sleep. After some time when ‘things’ settled down, I woke up. I saw that my.