"That's not why you're going to do it." I'm not going to do it at all," she snapped.There was a short silence, but something was bugging her."Um, if I...was going to do it, which I'm not, why would I be doing it?" Several reasons. The excitement of doing something that you know you shouldn't. Curiosity as to what it would be like with someone else. The feeling that you've scored one over your blonde friend, even if she doesn't know it. It'll be fun."She gave me a look, the way women do, and. And Sid was strong and disciplined. He just wouldn't think about anything except happy things. But that was just his back-up plan. Plan A was to stop before he came.The setup was a little weird. They took him to a snazzy motel room. He was alone with the pretty detective, but they had told him that men were outside the door listening, and she had a panic button she could press at any time if she didn't like what he was doing. She wore a short black dress, lacy bra and panties. She sure was one. . to sleep! So we'll have to make the most of what time you can spend with us." Yes," continued Stan, "so with that in mind, Denise and I have decided to ask you something."Stan stopped. He looked at Denise, who looked excitedly back."What!? What!?" Anne blurted, when Stan left that hook dangling, deliciously."How do you feel about sleeping at my place, Anne? I mean, all the time?" he asked. "You see, if you did that, and Denise did as well, one of us could get up with you every morning, and we. I calmly got up and walked behind her as she drained her drink. I untied her bikini string, and lifted the bra away from her breasts, which now swung free. “Uncle Bill!” she exclaimed, in mock innocence. “Stand up,” I commanded sternly, and she responded immediately. I proceeded to pull her arms back, and I tied her wrists together with the bikini string. I kissed her neck from behind, and cupped her hard tits in each hand. She let out a deep sigh, but she didn’t protest. I spun her around, and.