"Well, what's he going to think ifyou turn up to school as a boy?" she reasoned. "Trust me, wearing a skirtto school won't be nearly as bad as wearing...pants and then everyone beingtold you wear dresses at the weekend. Don't worry, I'll help you." Shewalks over to his draws and gets out a black bra to match his knickers."I can't wear that," he tells her but she just says to trust her andshe'll make sure everything will be ok. Reluctantly he lets her put thebra on him and fastens it. Once the bra. She got louder and demanded that he squeeze her tits and twist her nipples. “Tits?” His wife had never once referred to her breasts as tits. When she was lighthearted, she might call them ‘boobs’ or ‘boobies’ but never tits. His sweet wife didn’t use vulgar language. He might have been surprised by her vocalization, but it damn sure turned him on.“I’m gonna cum!” he warned her.“Cum in my pussy!” she demanded. “I want to feel you cum inside me, baby. I want it all!”“Pussy?” he shouted in his. " He glanced at his watch. "But now, we'd best get back with the others."With that, he stood and ushered us back to the conference room.As we found our seats, he started addressing the group. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen," he began, "You, too, Mr. Mason. We have a situation on our hands. And through no fault of your own, you have been dropped in the middle of it." He let that sink in for a moment, as we settled in."I'm sure you have noticed that one of your number is not here. Miss Donnache. On the one hand I wanted to resist being pushed around and yet on the other, there was nothing dramatic to complain about. It was only underwear after all, and I knew I could do a bit more to help around the house. It’s not like she was asking me to parade around the street in a dress. --- “You’re getting a hard on,” Lucy chuckled, running her fingernail up and down my pantied cock. The blue pair were made of the same stretch-cotton as her white ones that had hugged tightly at my butt and.