If he said, 'Do this, ' he expected you to do it, period. When he said, "Practice Presentation One," it was right there in his voice -- his expectatio...s. I knew I was going to Presentation Three before he did -- it was the next logical step. Then he put his hand on my ass -- and he owned it -- that was the vibe. Fine. I had no problem with that. I wanted him to -- I knew it right then.It wasn't desperation, either -- I just sensed something. This guy wanted to own property -- and he knew how to. The day i found out what they were doing in my moms room was 2 of my friends got up and left my room, before i said anything my friend who later on ended up fucking my mom told me, "you know what we started doing when we all get together right?". I asked what he said depending at who's house were at and if the timing is right so we dont get caught is, we sneek into our parents bedroom look thro thier drawers until we find panties and we jerk off to them. When he told me that i got instantly. Hell, I'm not sure if I had objected that it would have made much difference. Laura has a mind of her own, especially when it came to what was allowable fun for our poker games. For the next several weeks Laura got into the habit of opening the game by coming out in her sexy maid's uniform, taking off her panties, handing them to me then posing in the sexiest positions she could for their delightful hoots and hollers. She began lacing up her front so loosely that her full breasts would actually. " Rachel forgot about the waiting limo and caught a cab and rode to their offices in the bank building. They rode the elevator to the fifth floor and found a disheveled Claude Richards wandering the short hall. He looked as if he had been through Hell."Claude!" Claire exclaimed. What happened to you? I thought you were dead. Oh my poor baby." She clutched her lost lover tight against her."I was kidnapped. You were there, because you were kidnapped too."After you escaped I was knocked out. When.