Now take them off." Fran hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulled them down her legs then stepped out of them and kicked them onto...her bed. Dave got down on one knee and, lifting her skirt massaged her clitoris causing it to swell. Fran moaned softly as her overly sensitive organ lengthened to its full one-quarter inch size. She watched as her brother, satisfied with its size, slipped a small elastic band over her clitoris. A length of fishing line was tied to the elastic. He... uh... I... what..." She slowly leaned over slackly in her chair."Interfering with the clout of women?! Shit! We can't allow THAT, now can we, boys?" No, sir!"When Professor Hartridge came to, she found herself in a chair, a heavy canvass shirt and pants belting her to the chair somehow. She struggled but was unable to get loose from her bindings.A few minutes later, Frank Watkins walked in. "Hi, Prof!" he grinned."You release me. Now, sir!" Isn't it endearing when women get a false sense. I started talking to them by give then a 1000₹ note. We discussed about this field a bit. Soon a car pulled over at a distance from us for 2 minutes and then it approached us. It was a black Audi driven by a lady. She asked us “do you have a match box?” and I replied “no mam, sorry!”Then she told me “ok, come in the car”. I understood that it’s my customer. She was wearing a white one piece and looked like a sex goddess. Her face was matured face but very pretty and her figure was too good.She. He caught me looking and quickly turned to one of the shelves on the wall, pretending to be busy. "Yeah?" Oh, um I'm cooking tonight. Lasagna." Sounds good."I opened the door and walked back to the house. I opened the front door but quickly looked towards the garage and saw Matt looking back, almost like he was waiting for me to go in the house. I grinned a little, knowing why. I walked slowly through the front door but as soon as I shut it behind me I raced across the house to the back door. I.