"Yeah, I know what you mean. Theseboxers are kind of, um, chaffing me in the... wrong spot." Then we should switch underwear."And so we did with some...reluctance. I get up for work first. I took myshower. I was still half-asleep during my shower and startled myselfawake by touching my new pussy. Washing it still felt weird. I toweledoff and went to my closet. I looked at the underwear my wife had givenme. There were pink panties, panties with little bows on them, andthongs. No, no, and hell no.. I makes me feel more like I belong to you. The ribbon is very pretty." I say. "More importantly, I am happy you like the way it looks." Yes, plus it gives me something to hold onto." he says, as he starts to pull it more. I realize he is using it to guide me to my feet. I stand up in front of him, as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Are you ready for your next step in being controlled by me?" he asks, giving the cord and extra pull, bringing it deeper into my pussy lips."I think so. What will. His pants had already disappeared also. I had been concerned about how well I was going to be able to do this after tuna can was done with me. My jaw still ached some but didn’t seem to decrease the suck factor any.I continued slurping up Bob’s dick while Bill continued to content himself with seeing how many fingers he could get in there. My guess was he and slipped four in there and was shoving them in and out while wiggling them at the same time. He was happy as hell and it didn’t feel all. “Don’t be absurd!” Miss Williams declared.“Strip, take of your clothes, Miss Williams,” I insisted, “Every stitch, and girls round up the household I wish to lay to rest the rumour that I am a mans man, a buggeroo, or a sodomite.”She glared.“Or collect your traps you are dismissed without references, no doubt I shall find you in a Doncaster bordello if I wish to sample you in due course.” I added.“Oh very well,” she relented and to my complete horror she began to unbutton her blouse.I was.