The man laughed, he looked at both of their fresh faces, they were both red with embarrassment and he knew then that they must have wanked each other ...ff. “Your faces tell a story and I know that you wank each other off, I am right aren’t I?”“OK yes, so what?” asked Roger“Nothing really, I would love to watch you.”“Just a minute mister” Roger said “we are not gay you know!”“I know that but what harm could it do, I wont do anything you don’t want me to I will just watch unless you ask me to do. This time I had gotten one over on Michelle, she looked up at me and just stared for several seconds. She smiled at me and gave me a look that I had not seen before. Before she could respond, her cell phone rang. She reached out to the ottoman and picked up her phone, it was Stan Woods. “Hi Dad, no I’m at Tim’s house.”, she stated. “I don’t know…. Tim turned the heaters in the pool on, I’m going swimming later.”, she advised him. She listened intently for quite a while looking up and me every. It was the second time that i and my sister did a trip of commission, and also this time in train like the first time recounted in a my previous story :-P, and my sister was with an anorak and down it with a skirt of the lenght more or less like the end of the coat of the woman in this video here above namely a bit more above her knees :-P, and also my sister like the woman in this video here above was with a nice pantyhose of flesh-color :-P and, usually for she when she puts the skirt and the. A hint of them apparent. She knew they would spill out during the session ...spill out and be used by her Master.She stepped into the shoes he insisted she wear.....high heels that tilted her forward. Then she slipped on the tight shirt, buttoning up the bottom buttons but leaving the top ones open so her breast, tight in the corset could be seen ...but just the top the soft flesh that spilled over the top. Finally she pulled on a tight black skirt, a skirt so short it barely covered her arse.