‘You aren’t wearing underwear!’ ‘Are you complaining?’ Nancy asked, smiling hotly at him. ‘I couldn’t think of any other way to avoid a ...anty line.’ Bob reached for her and began sliding his hands over her smooth, warm flesh. Nancy’s hands went to his shirt and started to open it. It wasn’t long before Bob, too, was naked. His erect cock stood out in front of him like a spear. Nancy grasped it in her warm hand and began stroking it gently. ‘Yeahhh, baby!!!’ Bob groaned. ‘You want it as bad as. He has me sit in front of his desk in a chair that makes my ass sore so I move around a lot and I'm sure he gets a eye full. Now my husband wants me to wear see-through panties or no panties at all. I said I would try it out with his friends coming over on Friday night to play poker and see how it went. That got me going. I couldn't think about nothing else for the rest of the week.When poker night came around I was wearing a new tiny mini skirt with black hose and with no panties and a loose. I'd save myself a lot of anguish and heartache if I simply turn my life over to you until I'm eighteen." That's all I'm asking, Eve. I'm not saying I'm right in doing this; that's just what I want. If I fuck up your body or your life, or both, I'll try to make it up to you, or I'll say I'm sorry."Again she laughed, then said, "Aren't you the one who always says, being sorry doesn't feed the bulldog." Yes, but you're the one who always says, 'But I said I was sorry.'" Oh, great, my own words. Get you back to the motel.”With that, he pushed me to my feet and marched me toward the door. I didn’t even have a chance to pull my pants up, so my cock and balls (which were half-excited, like they always got when Spencer spanked me) were dangling between my legs and my pink rump was on display.There were a couple of teenagers on duty, together with one guy in his fifties “A” and the Mounties talked to him a minute, and he nodded. I was standing there bare ass by the gas tanks, those two.