Her undressing, writing on herself, taking the picture, and her sobbing as she sent it. The following day, Tiffany arrived at school feeling completel... on display and out of her comfort zone. She had done what was asked of her, and wore a short denim skirt that covered her thighs all but two inches above her knees, a black lace thong, no bra, and a nice white blouse with frilly accents. The blouse didn't cling to her, but Tiffany was very aware that her bra-less chest would definitely show if. " he couldn't find the words to finish."That's not enough; you pussy. It has to be clear that you are all in on this."Joe couldn't look up, but she heard the faint whisper. "Hon, you've got to do whatever he asks of us."To a certain extent, it may have been almost easier on Jennifer than her husband. All she had to do was sit there; to offer no resistance."Show us you approve; Joe." Strip her."Jennifer's heart was racing now. It was about to explode. "What the fuck had her husband subjected her. The sound drives me crazy, and my pussy is practically burning with desire.I roll her over completely and start to take off her pants, as she does mine. She lifts up her hips a little to let hers slide off, and she pulls mine down with a tug. Soon the only thing that we're left in are our panties.I look down at her with an evil grin, and slide a finger down her chest, stomach, right until it's just on her underwear line. Then in a swift motion, I slide my fingers under her panties, and start. I got John a new-high end set of poker chips.Beth got a tennis bracelet and a gift certificate for some clothes. Beth's gift surprised Elf, and Mary thought it was so cool. I had one last gift, and it was for Mary. It was an enlarged framed color photo of Mary standing with President and Mrs. Reagan in her pretty dress and pearls. Elf asked where she'd gotten the picture.Mary said, "They made me take all kinds of pictures in the Oval Office. I just wanted to sit behind the desk and eat.