Your hard-on is noticeably bulging through your jeans and I run my fingertips over it attentively. Could you really not keep it in your pants ‘till ...he weekend?“I was hard the second you said you were coming,” you mumble, reacting to my wordless observation with your eyes cast down in mock shame trying to hide a conflicting prideful smirk.“Hah, nice to know I have that effect on you,“ I scoff. The sarcasm is not lost on you. “Lose the clothes then.“ I twirl a finger in the air as if I could. Not as much freedom as tub one. Tub three was small and would only seat four people. Maria crossed that one off right away. The other two were available at the pool store in nearby Westport. "Let's go to the store and check them out tomorrow," Maria said. "That way we can make a more informed decision. Let's write down our wants and the salesman can try to fit a tub to all our wants." "Sounds like a plan," Gwen said as she stood up. "I'm going to my room to take a nap." I looked at Maria and. She now wore just stockings, suspenders and panties. Her panties weren,t quite so easy to remove, but Patsy was only five feet four and light so Terry got them off easily leaving the stockings and suspenders on and went rummaging quietly through her ward robe to come back with some stockings so he could carry her to her bed and bind her arms and ankles to the bed. Terry had left her prone with her legs wide open in invitation and now leaned over to kiss her clitoris which awoke her abruptly,. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle. The two pantsless men made their.