As I kicked off my heels Holly emerged from the restroom wearing a blue teddy and thigh highs. Her friend was with her, wearing nothing but ripped mus...les. You told me that I was to refer to you only as Master and that this man would be known only as Sir. Holly came over and slowly unzipped my tight red dress and peeled it off of me. She cupped and kissed my tits as she did so. I stood there naked for all to see. You then nodded to the guy to help me. He brought the body glove over and helped. “Mom,” he said hesitantly, obviously not wanting to offend me, “I don’t wear boxer underwear like dad. I’m a jockey guy, you know that.”“They are not your father’s underwear, kid!” I kidded my kid. “They are ‘house-shorts’ not underwear; you wear them instead of a robe. When it’s warm like this evening, you put these on.”“I normally go nude, when I walk around the house.” he replied.“So? Are you going to go around naked when I’m here?” He blushed, I knew his weak spots. “Reserve your. Sit down, Reg.”He looked disturbed at being ordered around, but did as he was instructed. Once he was seated, she told him of the PhD student who wanted to study the family, and about how his girls felt about it.“The consensus of us girls is that we should agree, but with provisos to protect us. Now we need to see what you think. Will you go along with us, or raise objections?”“I am not too sure. If all of you are happy to be involved with it, I expect I should agree as well. Did you insist on. A guy who lived about 10 miles from us was online looking for some married pussy.I clicked onto him and we had a little webchat. He was very blunt and to the point. He said he had just swallowed some Viagra and needed some pussy real soon. He said he was willing to do anything as long as he got fucked that night. His blunt talk was really turning me on so I arranged to visit him within the Hour. He gave me his address and mobile and asked was I OK being photographed? I told him we’d sort it out.