It is our house," Dad replied. "And Fran is welcome any time."We fixed ourselves breakfast - Dad had already had his - and sat down to eat. "Listen," ...ad said. "It's a bit like the alcohol policy thing, really. I'd much rather you had a chance to explore your sexuality in the safety and comfort of your home than nervous and unsatisfying fumbling at random parties or in the back of uncomfortable cars."Gosh, my dad was cool! "Thanks," I said, "we really appreciate that." I had unconsciously said. Garima lifted his little French maid dress. She grabbed the top of his tiny black lace thong panty and jerked it upwards. She administered a thong wedgie, which she does to James every day. It was quite hilarious.A blushing James slammed his fists on his hips and huffed, “Hmmmmfff! You are not funny!” Garima covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed. Nuzla and Racine laughed along with her because it was so much fun to see their Girl Power so effectively humiliate James.They all knew that. My hardened nipples pushed out in the material so obviously displayingmy feelings. I felt silly too with the damp black lace around my knees on blatantdisplay to Mistress and me at least. I dare not look out at any passing trucks.I felt ridiculous. They were there to show me that I was a silly little girlstill I knew. Feeling so wicked. I remembered as a girl she had often mademe go without knickers when together and often fondled me surreptitiously evenat her school. My face burnt realising. My tool turned metal hard and made an elevation which can be easily noticeable by anyone but I covered it with my helmet. I was completely made at her steamy hotness and decided to seduce her so now I confused her by asking her to show various items and when she showed the item I used to say not that one and next to that item.This made her to tell that ” you can come inside and select the one you want” I was waiting for that line only so without wasting a single second I went inside, where.