Mousy-brown hair. Glasses. The sort of woman that the phrase wallflower conjured. The five pairs of panties were spread out on the figure's desk. The ...agic wreathed each and every one of them. The first pair was a purple thong with pink lacing around the waistband. Something naughty and daring.The second was virginal in its simplicity. Entirely white and cut to grip a schoolgirl's maturing rump. Bands of ruffled lace descended across the seat of the panties, a wicked treat for any who glimpsed. "Ow."She turned away from me and said to Mistress Alexandra, "Well it seems we have a deal, but wouldn't you like to see how your new strap-on looks with a pair of lips on the other end?" As long as they're yours," the Mistress replied.Mistress Alexandra walked toward Ms. Gere with her phallus hanging from her waist."Show me."Ms. Gere bent over with her beautiful ass right in my face. She caressed her ass and teased me with it. Mistress Alexandra stood at Ms. Gere's face and guided her lips to. Alain speaks good English, Henri a little but Thierry not a word so the others can explain to him and Pierre anything they do not understand.”He lent forward lifted the Turquoise sash up to Trish’s waist and untied the strings each side of her bikini bottom, nudging her to lift her hips he pulled it free. Trish attempted to stop him taking her bikini bottom off, but he shook his head at her and she dropped her hands back to her sides, looking really embarrassed.As the bikini bottom came away. The last three goes had been perfect so, being a perfectionist, he called for one more. My skirt caught perfectly but, unfortunately, it didn’t rip and I was left dangling. When it finally gave way, I plummeted down the stairs onto my left foot which twisted and I shouted, “Fuck, that hurts!” Method acting and improv in one – class, no? General mayhem ensued. Tommy was most concerned, mainly because if I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t act and time was pressing. He’s the caring sort. The cast helped.