I sat there for a brief moment with my legs crossed,running my hands up and down my leg. I glanced out again and he was watching me more intently. I s...ood up and turned to my bed and bent over slightly as i grabbed the panties.I stepped into them and pulled them up and adjusted them to fit nicely.My tiny dicklette was throbbing and the head was poking out the top.I reached for the nightie and another quick glance i noticed he was rubbing his package as he watched the show.I slid on the nightie. ‘What the hell, Lance, are you bleeding?’ ‘I um… must’ve scratched my arm on something,’ I fumbled with the lie lamely. She looked into my eyes for a moment and then reached out and took my arm. ‘Let me see,’ she said, pulling up my sleep. She gasped as we both stared at the marred flesh on my arm. There were six, nearly healed cuts, plus the angry one from a few minutes ago. Her eyes shot up to my face and her eyes locked with mine for a moment, looking sad for a moment and then pissed. I. People started standing around the bed and were now within arm’s reach. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes to enjoy what she was doing to me. After several minutes I heard her moan again. In my head I knew someone must have taken my place and was rubbing my wife’s pussy. That turned me on so much knowing that someone was touching her. I kept my eyes closed not wanting to scare off the pervert who was helping himself to my wife’s body. After several minutes passed I could feel her. . I'm sure there's a bag or a box hidden in the back ofyour closet, perhaps even placed innocuously on a top shelf or pushedfar under a bed. I want to see what we already have to work with.Everything. From earrings and wigs to shoes and lipsticks. I shallexamine them to see whether they're suitably trampy for my feminisingtastes and then we can assemble an outfit for your first taste ofsubmission to me.Well done, my Slut. But you were a little slow... I expect you to show alot more urgency when.