She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she co...ld come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that. You made us wear sexy knickers instead of regulation ones for a start, and I borrowed some of my mother’s; I lived in fear of getting caught. Then we all had to wear G-strings. That was terrible, my mother didn't wear them so I had to go out and buy some. The woman in the shop certainly didn't think that I was buying them as a present for my mother. It was so humiliating, and my hairs were always hanging outside my string. So you told me to shave myself. I used my father’s razor but all the. "Put on the blindfold lying on the seat beside you and from now on you must not speak, unless the master asks a question," a voice from the front of the car said as she felt the car moving. Sitting there blindfolded and not knowing what was going to happen heightened her feeling in her body waiting for what would happen next. She had scrubbed every part of her body so as not to have a sent that was unpleasant. She had also used Nancy's expensive Joy perfume to mask any smells from her body. . As she pulled the inside zip, the sight of the black knickers between her partially parted stocking covered thighs would, in normal circumstances, have given him a huge erection. He was, however, so nervous that the latter was only achieved with limited success and this, in spite of an attempt to augment his defiance, by attiring himself with his own wardrobe, a pair of black cowboy boots. Having finally wrestled her way into the attire, she stood to her feet and he passed his.