So I might be the gardener, or the window-cleaner or even the delivery guy. Pat also had roles she had played.It had quite successfully brightened the...erotic side of behaviour no end. One of the ‘fun’ ideas was that as I walked in of an evening I would be told that I should whistle or make more noise as I arrived, that way her ‘friend’ would have more time to escape without getting caught. Only now it appeared that maybe, just maybe, the technology had done the catching for me. In the meantime,. I was drunk enough to accept the dare. I was quite slim and would easily fit into Janet’s clothes. As I went upstairs Mike shouted that he wanted me in knickers, stockings and bra. I opened her drawers ad found a pair of white silky boy shorts a matching bra and some white hold ups. She must have looked hot in them. I slipped on the ensemble and went downstairs. I was aware that my cock was responding to the sensual feel of the lingerie. Mike stood up and let out a low whistle. “ Dave you look. "You OK?" Cindy asked. Her fingers pulled back slightly. The entire sensation charged and I felt calm again. Part of the intimacy of fisting is that it is also a partnership."Not sure," I replied. "Might be too much. I may need to take a break." Sure thing, love." She slowly and smoothly pulled her hand and arm back until her hand slid out with one last final stretch.I rolled on my side and she laid down beside me."That was wild," I said."Did it hurt?" she asked."Not exactly, but the sensations. "Now they become another item to be stocked." Good Lord," Pete said. "Rocket science and brain surgery combined. I'll be sure to stay close and follow your lead."Maddie chuckled and said, "Is this your first time to volunteer?" No," Pete said. "My father's a minister, and he usually has me pick up clothing from a bunch of churches and bring them here, and that's it. But last night, I missed my curfew," he held up his forefinger and thumb with barely a perceptible space between them, "by only an.