The potential of bathtub bondage intrigued us. The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn't be so spontaneous now that we could plan ...hings out. I began filling up the tub with water while Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later wearing very sexy lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing. She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her massive breasts would poke through the front and around the waist was a lace. Bidding our guest goodnight as we returned to the hotel. As they disembarked, Margaret refused to make eye contact, but as she turned her head away, I noticed what appeared to be a collar, black leather with silver studs and very stylish, my naivete as amazing. Work over; it was time to unwind, the music was hopping, though the club was not packed, there was plenty of fun girls to dance with. Sometime later I noticed someone watching me from the upper balcony, normally closed unless the house. Baggy grey faded knickers from M&S and an old white Wonderbra that was far too big for me. I desperately needed new underwear, and being recently dumped gave me a perfect excuse.I went out with Simon for seven years and lived with him for five. After a few years, underwear wasn't my biggest priority... I'd become content with hairy legs, faded pants and saggy bras.Since Simon had dumped me out of the blue, several months earlier, I'd decided to give myself one big makeover. Gone was my mousey. "To Bud, Meghan said "We did it by the numbers, Honey. Nothing happened until he grabbed me and Dawn grabbed Kim. We've got them cold."That reminded Bud to call his dad, which he did immediately. Apparently, Ed called campus security because they showed up within two or three minutes.Predictably, the rest of the afternoon was shot. Ed showing up probably speeded things up, but it still seemed to take forever. Naturally, Dawn insisted that she and her friends were the ones attacked. It only took.