He released her nipple and put his hand back on the top of the car door. ?What’s under the skirt slave???Master?? Brenda’s voice trailed off,...barely audible.?Pull up your skirt and show me slave? He said.Brenda wriggled in the seat and pulled up the hem of her skirt with both hands exposing her white lace thong. Her eyes were downcast to avoid his gaze. ?Hmmm?again very pretty slave. But should you be wearing those panties?? Brenda looked up, opened her mouth and tried to speak but. It was Friday morning around 11.30 a.m. The party was sharp at 7 p.m. We had time.I was finding ways to stay close to Khushbu. She asked me why I was following her. I said my work is done and now I am her personal assistant if she wants any help in dance. She asked me to bring her clothes from the lab as she wanted to check it. I brought her. I opened her bag thinking if I could find some bra or panties but failed.I gave her the costume with her bag. She opened it and saw that the t-shirt was. "Aye, big brother. I'll be wantin' some lovin' later." He chuckled at his sister's suggestion. Brenda kissed both of them on the lips, spending a few extra seconds kissing Shelly as they reached the door. Shelly kissed Chuck deeply, their tongues mingling together. "Thank you fer the fook." she said as she looked into his eyes. "Oh, baby, thank you." Chuck said breathlessly. His eyes were still on her breasts. He had spent so much time sucking those magnificent nipples and he'd wanted more. He. There was nothing not to love about his midday excursions because he could get out, sit in the sun, and get more than enough fodder for his fantasies. It was a helluva lot better than sitting around talking about boring work stuff with his colleagues. Being a creature of habit, Bret pretty much sat on the same bench every day. One day, feeling like he needed to stretch his legs a bit and explore other sights, he ventured out to explore more of the park. That day, he felt compelled to change.