We were seated and as soon as we were left alone, Lynn ran her hand up the inside of my leg and began to massage the growing organ in my pants.“Are ...ou really doing this? If I cum and stain the front of my pants, we won’t be able to go to the bar tonight.”“I think it would be sexy.”“I think it would look like I pissed myself like a 2 year old, and that would not be a fun night for me.”“Ok. It’s just that I love the way it feels in or out of your pants.”“I appreciate that. I really do.”We talked. ? Turning on the shower, I triedto get the window open until my fingers were sore, but it wouldn?t budge. Startingto panic about the time, I jumped in the shower, still trying to the think ofways I could get away from him.? A knockon the door warned me to hurry up and I turned off the water, shaking at thethought of facing him.? I contemplated staying in the bathroom butthe thought of his possible reaction made me find the strength to dry off andhead back out.? My stomach was doingflips as I. That morning, he had awakened her, ordering her to get ready and to wear the dress that has arrived in the mail yesterday. After he hung up she got out of bed took a long shower and got out to open the package. She was mortified at first looking at the small dress which was almost see through with a floral pattern on it and he had ordered her not to wear any bra or panties either.Wearing the dress and her heels and putting on her makeup she stands back in front of the mirror to look and blushes. Mother had made up an inflatable bed on the floor and Jeannie insisted on taking that one for herself. We got ready for bed and then Jeannie made a strange request. She asked if I had a new razor she could use in the morning, as she had forgotten to bring one. I told her I wasn't sure I had a new one but she was welcome to use mine.She hesitated and said she'd really like a new one. I was a little bit hurt -- was she implying that a razor I had used wasn't very clean or something?I guess my.