Your clothing is next, it'll be too hard to take it off so I grab out my pocket knife and start slicing, getting rid of the yoga pants first, followed...by the sweatshirt. The t-shirt is easier, one good slice and along with it I snip your bra right down the center, leaving you open, exposed, naked for my eyes while yours are still blindfolded. As I stand there over you I smile watching your breasts rise and fall as you take in shallow breaths, on the verge of hysteria but still no sound coming. Say what you want.” Her tongue darted out, touching his hot skin over and over. “I . . . well, I want.” Dan paused for a moment, and Diane interrupted. “Say it! Tell me to suck your cock!” Diane tightened her grip around his member as if she was using it to climb out of a hole. Dan drew a sharp breath in response. “Suck it. Suck my cock.” His voice was still low. “Again, say it like you mean it. I will let this go and head inside if you don’t let me know what you want!” Again, a tight grip. .this my nylon loving friends Was music to my ears, although id have to be careful i reckon a quick sneaky look at her undie drawer would be the order of the day So Katy left and I got on with the jobs, first the dripping tap a quick fix a new washer 5 minute job, while I was in the bathroom I spied the wash bin I thought I may get lucky and find some smelly panties or tights but sadly not today just a few old towels, then off to the bedroom to fix the wardrobe door I took off the old hinge. When Craig placed another shot in front of them a few minutes later, Michelle reached out for the shot glass but she was having trouble coordinating her hand to reach it. She giggled. It seemed so funny! Cassandra helped Michelle get the shot glass into her hand and helped guide the shot to Michelle’s mouth. Michelle wavered slightly, blinking. She giggled, and a little of the drink trickled down her chin, but she got most of it in her mouth. She swallowed the drink, then hiccupped. She giggled.