Roger’s face had been so red with shame, and soon his nuts would turn red as well, thanks to Becky’s brilliant sporting invention, along with her ...astball. They had called him Roger the Dodger, the way he sought to avoid the pain, but unfortunately in the end he wasn’t a good enough dodger and was left with a severely bruised ego (and scrotum) for his troubles. Alaina had strong feelings about the way group humiliation sessions should be conducted. They had a ritualistic quality to them,. ”My first thought was gratitude that she hadn’t contacted the company, but I also had no clue as to what could actually be bothering her. I turned my head slightly but didn’t say anything. As I expected she was ready with the second part, "The thing is, Paul, I've noticed that you’ve been giving me lascivious looks when I’m your passenger. You’re always trying to look up my skirt, and you’re often checking out the shape of my bosom."I had the normal reaction of hating being accused of something. There was a great crowd of young people on my course, mostly guys but with a couple of girls too. I would quickly go home from the office and have a shower and change into more casual clothes then head out again. Tonight I pulled on some fresh knickers and short skirt and a blouse without a bra. I never wear a bra anymore, much to my husbands delight and I always leave enough of my fine tits on display to make it interesting for the guys. After we had finished in the evening we would usually go. Their wet bodies glistening in the hall light. Their robes in their arms. Slam, their door closed behind them.Now what? I looked at the panties. They belonged to either Becky or Robyn. I looked at the little tag inside. A big red "R" covered the washing instruction. At first, I though Mom was smart. Putting an "R" for Robyn would make it easy to tell which clothes belonged to which twin. But then, it hit me. Mom calls Becky "Rebecca". Now what? Did it matter? I had shot my load in one of the.