That's why no panties were present here.Patrick's voice from behind got me out of my memories. "Found your dress yet?" Yeah," I replied dreamily."You ...an take it if you want"So I did; I removed the pins holding the dress up and took it down. "You can keep the other stuff if you want. They're not as special" I said to him as I stepped out of the wardrobe.When I had seated myself once more, Patrick continued. "I suppose you want to know my story now?"I nodded a 'yes'. "I think I kind of got the. My blouse still clings to my arms but wide open and framing the breasts it is supposed to hide. My skirt also remains on, though torn and dirty and not a whole lot of protection from their leering eyes. I hang completely helpless, barely able to touch the ground as the men watch me squirm, trying to get comfortable in this awkward position. They each stroke themselves, pleased with the way things have worked out. One steps forwards and uses his index finger to touch a tear that remains on my. After a few minutes, the two young women each pulled on their monokinis and holding onto each other they walked between a couple of the houses to the car they’d driven over for the evening.Owen wanted to run after them, but Dave held him back. “Give them time to digest all of this. They’ll read the book, too; I guarantee it. We’ll do something romantic around mid-week – flowers, or something. I assume you have or can find out their address.”On Tuesday at cocktails, Owen sought out Dave. He was. She finally wakes up and sleepily asked him "James what are you doing? What time is it?" he responds by telling her "it's almost 3 am, and what does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking what I want from you right now." He runs his hands down her body to her ass and pulling her ass cheeks open and sliding his dick in between them. She starts moaning and getting wet and excited and starts humping back on his cock. He tells her to get on her hands and knees, that he's going to fuck her ass because.