The boys both stared. Their eyes were really big.“While you’re enjoying the show, let’s have you next boys. Off with your pants and undies. You ...an keep the shirts and shoes.”They slipped them off quickly and they both had very impressive erections. I wouldn’t have minded being part of the show myself.“Julie, panties and bra,” I said, “and the vibe.” She blushed as she took off everything but mostly as she spread her thighs and pulled the little string attached to the vibe out of her cunt. It. Now be quiet and let us prepare you," Sam instructed. "Don't talk, or there will be consequences.I stood Pat in front of the table, the edge touching the top of her thighs. First, I tied one ankle to the leg of the table, and the other ankle to the opposite leg. I grabbed one of Pat's wrists and held it behind her back. I went to get the other, but Pat pulled it away. I don't know why I did it, but I gave her ass a hefty slap. Hard enough so a red mark appeared on her cheek. Pat squealed, and I. I walked back to the dressers and was curious to see what may be in them. I peeked into what I first thought was Mrs. Johansson’s dresser. I was correct and hit the lingerie treasure trove opening the first drawer. Silk and satin panties, bras, hose, garter belts, and even pantyhose back then. I know I became flush from the thrill of looking at the clothes that were always so close to Mrs. Johansson’s body. Now I was flushed and my cock was in need of repositioning in my jeans. I browsed her. "Looking one last time at her hair, she thought about makeup, then, What for? I've had my makeup complimented on over and over — when I didn't have any on. Quit stalling bitch. Why are you suddenly wondering about your husband? Get your ass in gear before your milk ruins this expensive few ounces of cloth. Quickly, she walked out of the bedroom, through the sitting room and into the hallway, headed for the living room where Jeff was sitting on the couch with Caitlin and Joyce tucked under his.