For the next hours besides my worship routine, nothing happens until the door bell rang around 15:30 again and I immediately jump up and run downstair... to be the first to open the door. I am just too late, because Chantal is already there. “My God, you are never in such a hurry, do you expect something?” Chantal says and she opens the door for Marit. And there She is and my heart starts pounding like crazy in my chest. She wears very tight jeans, high heeled red pumps and a white t-shirt that. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn't get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My panties were too tight for both of our hands. Finally I felt him try to move his hand further down so he could find my entrance. When I took my hand out from under my panties, my son left his hand on my pussy. I rose up my hips, hooked my thumbs on each side of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. As soon as I did this I felt Mike move his hand so he could. Bill knew almost no Russian, and so they communicated with their fingers. The first time they spoke on the phone her voice was very hesitant, almost shaky and yet very feminine. At times, he had to strain to hear what she said. Kristel was unsure of her English and Bill knew even less Russian. There were many awkward pauses, the most awkward was toward the end of one call, when Bill quietly said, "I love you."The pause after that voiced hope was almost painful to Bill. There was no way to move. Now I was the model. They started with a tight, short-legged, high-waisted panty-girdle that zipped on, and squeezed my male parts out of sight. They added stockings that felt so good when they pulled them on I almost hurt myself. It didn't help when Tina patted my crotch. I moaned, and they all giggled. A new, soft bra with wider straps was next. I spent the next hour parading around in various combinations of skirts, blouses and dresses. They even had several pairs of shoes, all with at least.