"Drop your trousers, please, Mr Jones." Aye-aye, ma'am. Er ... ma'am?" Yes, Mr Jones? You haven't dropped them." It's ... I'm not usually like this, m...'am." And he lowered his trousers to half-mast, along with a pair of what appeared to be wild silk boxer shorts. They were certainly purple, which made a striking contrast to Jones' pale bluish white matchstick legs. Creamy's eyes widened still further."That's a nice average one," she said, flicking her steel ruler out of its hiding place. "Just. I outlined her lips slowly."You know what made me really angry?" I asked.She sucked in air and my eyes lost focus. Her lips opened and I felt the heat of her breath. She let the air out of her lungs in a long exhalation; it caressed the finger on her lips. Her body tensed and she pulled on the bonds. I watched her struggle for a couple of breaths. I remembered her fighting the bondage in the hotel room, not to free herself but to feel their enclosure.My Megan was excited.She stopped her motions. ” She thought hard for a moment. If she did as they wanted, her father might get that promotion and they could move to a different town, on the other hand she would have to do what they wanted and she was sure it would involve something she didn’t really want to do.One of the men walked up behind her, the witches dress she was wearing fastened in the back. He began to unfasten her dress, when he was done it fell to her feet. Which left her clad only in a strapless bra and her panties. Seeing. He had taken her enough number of times to worry about chastity belts for the waiting wife, I thought. The night came very slowly, I could hardly wait to ring the bell at night. Somehow once it was dark, after finishing my supper, I stood before the door of my lady love, trembling with anticipation and excitement. I rang the bell, the voluptuous one opened the door with a smile. I told her that I had come to keep her company. She said that she was quiet alright but her husband makes such a fuss.