" Sister Pious added and she showed me the bottoms or trouser legs that had belts to fit above my knees, "So it seems you've the trousers on. oh and t...is," she said, "The weight," and she handed me something I can only say was like a Scotsman's sporran, but weighed several pounds "To hold your cock down if you need it," she explained.I put my shirt on and the trouser bottoms and my shoes and socks and finally the robe."You forgot the weight," Sister Pious explained."I shan't need it," I. I closed the door behind me and turned to find Michael standing in the passage-way in just the tiniest of G-strings sporting what appeared to be an erection of commendable proportions despite it being partly still enclosed in the strip of cloth. “May I join you” I asked, smiling as I started to undo my shirt. “Please do, as much as you like Lew” he mewed in his soft endearing voice. I walked into the lounge suite area expecting to see Pamela but was told she was in the bathroom in the bedroom. Argus smiling asked Joe. “Think she has had enough or should we escalate her punishment?”Joe staring at his half naked daughter replied. “Go ahead. I don’t think she has learned her lesson yet.” He was grinning also.Argus having received the answer he was counting on told Taylor to stand up straight and remove her blouse and bra. She complied, her face as red as her bottom. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed it and unsnapped her bra letting it fall to Argus’ desk. Both men stared at the young. There was Jessica Hammond, the thirty nine year old wife of Michael. She was at least five eight, toned slender body from hours in the gym. Large c cup breasts, hour glass hips and a lovely looking ass. Topped off with long blonde hair, always made up face, tanned skin and sparkling blue eyes. Manicured finger nails, and clothes that looked more suited to a twenty year old. Someone Edgar had definitely imagined fucking once or twice, he had to imagine she was good in the sack, it wasn’t like.