I turned my head as he leaned in and peeked down my open shirt. I knew he could only see my braless cleavage and the top swells of my breasts but I wa... still embarrassed.I didn't know why I kept doing what he asked."I want to see your panties now. Hold them out with both hands," Bill said.I stuffed the bra back in my purse and pulled out my white French-cut panties. I held them up for his inspection."Turn them inside out and show me the crotch," Bill said.I did so."Sniff 'em." He said.Oh man. I. I entered the house, fixed one more drink and sat down on the couch. I began watching a movie as she came out of the bedroom. She was in her pajamas which consisted of a loose top and boy shorts that were tight fitting. She sat down beside me on the couch. Her top was low cut and it was obvious that she had removed her bra and was getting comfortable. She asked me if I was going to change into my pajamas? I replied, "I guess so," not knowing what to expect. I decided to play it safe. I pulled. While scanning the women around him trying see why he couldn't get it up when he recognised someone... It was the woman from the alley except... She was at least three times as tall.She must have done something, she must have drugged him. If he were drugged, that would at least explain why he couldn't get it up and tunnelvision could explain why everyone was so big.Jim stopped struggling with his bindings and thought to himself, 'Okay, think about this rationally, what do these women want? I. His cock was glistening with my wetness and now pressed against my pussy again. He leaned down and sank a deep kiss onto my lips. With a stabbing tongue he showed me what he wanted to finish. So I complied by opening my legs and wrapping them around his waist. Pulling my knees forward to take a look at them, he rubbed out the redness where they had been irritated by the blanket. Turning to look at me intimately, he gave them a quick kiss and ran his hands down my thighs, across my ass below him.