Um... restrictive, foryou to wear. If you wear it, I'll cut down your punishment to a singleweek, instead of two."I hesitated for a second. More restr...ctive? "You mean, tighter?" Iasked."Well, um... yes. That's right. Tighter." She smiled.I could tell that something was up."Tighter, how?" No, no. That's all the information you get. So, what will it be? Justthink, a week from now and you could be back to wearing normal panties."I thought for a second, but decided quickly."OK, I'll do it." After. She had dark, soulful eyes and somehow she seemed awfully familiar. “A-Ariana?”, Michelle asked, blurting out a name that came to mind. The other girl reacted by furrowing her brow. “What? No. I am Felicity, nice to meet you! I am the personal assistant of Miss Swift. And I am glad you could make it, Miss Trachtenberg.” Michelle's eyebrows shot up in a surprised arch when she heard her name treated properly for once and not butchered. Granted, it was a mouthful, but the small redhead obviously. Things were moving along in a favorable way as he began to massage his way back down to her feet. As he worked on her tender feet again he decided it was time to make his move. He dropped his shorts and his 9 inch cock appeared as it was in a semi erect state. He stood at the end of the massaging table and began to worked my wife’s body back down towards him. My wife was so relaxed she had no idea what was going on. She lay there in a trance with her eyes closed.He had his big enormous cock. This would be a safe bet and she could decide how far to go depending on the reactions of the delivery person. The plan was to make it look as she recently bathed and had hurriedly thrown on the robe to answer the door. We had thought about her remaining wet but her robe would stick to her skin and limit her options, whereas being dry would allow the silky fabric greater fluidity.. By now it was getting quite dark. The layout of the cottage had the front door opening directly into the lounge.