But you may drop the skirt now.” Your throat is dry, and your heart is hammering, as you open the zipper on your skirt. It falls to the desk, and ...ou stand in front of the boys in only your high heels and your stockings. “Please, boys.” “Please what, Miss Fran? Please, may I get off the desk? Yes, you may. Step down, and then lay on the desk, on your back. That’s good, Love, just like that. Let your feet hand over the side, hm? Don’t be shy, Miss Fran. You are beautiful, and we have. , focusing on the negatives – I put my arms around her, crossing my arms, with one hand resting on each breast. Her soft, smooth, and very firm butt felt so good against my lower abs, hips, and thighs. The smell of her shampoo in my nose. I was in heaven. She interrupted my reverie with a simple statement with weighty implications. ‘I don’t ever want to be someone’s trophy wife.’ That was it. Out of the blue, in the silence of my darkened bedroom, she just put that out there. It wasn’t said in. "We reached my room, and Dallen immediately pushed me onto the bed, commanding for me not to move. He stripped off all of his clothes, other than his boxers, and made his way towards me. I was ordered to stand up and immediately shot to my feet. He began by telling me to raise my arms in the air. I did so, watching him take off my shirt, revealing my pert tits.He unbuckled my belt, tossing it on the bed (probably for later use) and yanked my jeans down. He left me standing there in only my. Except, of course, that the Twins gave up that privilege the day they signed on with me."Uh, I should probably go." The black-haired beauty said and began buttoning his shirt."Giovanni - is Italian, yes?" Left Twin asked conversationally."Uh, yeah." He responded as he looked for and found his vest." Ja." Right Twin agreed. "It's 'John'. Like us. We is Janos and Johan."That paused Giovanni. "Really? That's a coincidence."I glanced at the Twins; they were both grinning ear-to-ear. I figured they.