Please forgive me for being a naughty sissy?" Get in the car you pants wetting sissy, We will finish your punishmentwhen we get home." And turning to...the crowd she continued. "I hope youlady's enjoyed that. You know you have to be firm when you have a sissyaround."The ride home was fairly quick and quiet. I was told to bring the bags infrom the car place them in the living room and stand there and wait forthem. It wasn't long before they both returned wearing black leggingsthat looked like. “Don’t get me wrong,” she continues. “The Police are 80s’ classics. The number of panties ruined with those smooth vocals prolly number in the thousands, but that song… #1 on the Billboards or not, ya think he considered bowel movements when writing it? What about the moves a girl makes when she’s crampin’ over from her period and screamin' bloody murder? Is he really watching every move? Sweet song for sickly sweet couples fucking in the backseat I guess, but it’s got that stalkery vibe going,. ‘What’s wrong now?’ ‘I can’t find my panties.’ Clark reached beyond her and pulled out a random red bikini brief. ‘Aren’t these panties?’ There was a slight chuckle in his voice. ‘No. I can’t find my panties.’ ‘Then you’ll have to go commando.’ ‘What? No! Not with Dad.’ ‘Okay, but we’re runnin’ out of time.’ Jen glanced at the clock. ‘Shit! Check the drier while I do my hair.’ Clark left the room. Her hair was nearly dry when she caught him staring at her in the mirror. She glanced down,. Sex and money,” his father offered, pulling on his cigarette. “This is not a rehearsal son. Get as much as you can before you die,” he added, searching his memory for the name of his wife’s sister. “Look at your aunt Gloria, poor sod. It’s only been six months since we put her in the ground and she’s already forgotten. She had no life with that bastard she married. He spent his money like a drunken sailor. If he wasn’t spending it on drink, he was throwing it away in the betting shop,” Eddie.