"We were just getting set to leave," he added."Nonsense!" shouted the boss, his fingers already tugging my panties aside and tickling across my labia...."More tequila!" He demanded, as I tried, unsuccessfully to bat his hand away.The bartender heard him shout his order, and just shook her head "No" from across the room."Um, we're out of tequila..." I said, trying to spin away from his groping without causing a fuss. He fumbled a bit, then took hold of the crotch of the thong, essentially trapping. Still being held up off the ground in my arms, she began to wriggle - her eyes wide and panicked. Her expression was a mixture of guilt, fear, and horror at what she was doing with me. Of course she wasn’t to know that I had engineered all of this to happen - and while I hadn’t yet arrived at the point where my wife could walk in on this without caring, there was still nothing to worry about.Anything that I wanted I could make a reality.I didn’t put Kara down immediately. I held her in my arms;. I hadn't switched laundry loads from the washer to the dryer and had no panties clean to wear that day. I figured if I wore my skirt, no one would notice the lacking panty lines and there was nothing in a library that wearing a skirt without panties would hinder me from doing. About an hour before library closing, a man came in needing access to the archives. Mrs. Franks the head librarian had me assist him by letting him into the restricted section and helping find research materials. It was. One day, George broke the news to Sarah that a guest will come over to stay. Sarah protested this was not on as due to her evergrowing self esteem & confidence issues, she wasn't comfortable having strangers staying at her home. George explained that it was a son of a client of his from Manchester who was due down for university. His name was Patrick. But unfortunately Patrick's London accommodation was not ready yet so George offered Patrick a place to stay for a few days until his.