Subsequently, we were down to our underwear with 15 minutes. A few hands more and the kids were almost down to the same. Cliff however was still fully...clothed and still struggling with a raging hard on. I was sure that he was cheating but didn’t mention it as to not spoil the fun. I looked across at Sue who was now down to her cotton panties and small sheer bra. I was also now growing a hard on and Grace glanced over more than once to look at it. Dave finally lost the lot and had to peel of his. Mal was hard, jez was hard and Shona was wet so there was nothing for it but another session. As Jez held her mal spread her legs and slowly enetered her pussy. He teased her as she was held fast. He rubbed her clit with his cock until he pushed hard and was all the way in. She gasped as she felt him fill her. Jez lifted her so she could wrap her legs round Mal. Mal started to shaft her as she crashed back on him splippery and wet her clit was on fire and she had a mini orgasm each time. Mal. ‘My wedding dress! It was boxed up to go to storage but it was still in the apartment!’ Her attachment to her dress was deep. It was for me too. She had been drop dead gorgeous in that dress, and those were my daughter’s words to me at the occasion, but I agreed entirely. She looked at me hopefully. ‘I think it way too dangerous for us to go back, even for your dress. We may be able to work out some technique to get someone else to recover your dress and pass it to us. Let me think about that a. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be grinning like some idiot. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”She kept us at it for over an hour before she decided that she was.