"If you saw a pretty girl in her underwear would you not call what shewas wearing her clothes?" I replied. "Besides, do you think I am goingto want ...our clothes back once you have had sex with Mr Field in them?"At that point he finished putting on his bra."Don't put your stockings on like socks," I said. "You roll them into aball, point your toes through the centre of the ball and then roll theball up your legs."I explained to him how to adjust his suspender belt straps so they didnot ping. She remembered other things, but they weren't at all clear. When she regained her senses, she was on the couch. Her butt was sore, her asshole was sore, her thighs were sore, her jaw was sore. She was exhausted. There was dried jism on her belly, on her breasts and chest, and on the upper parts of her stockings. She was pretty sure that her face was covered, too. One stocking had a run from her toe to her knee. She could feel a slimy discharge in her crotch. She couldn't see her shoes.. When is this?" I asked. I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose. "Today. I told you ages ago that he was coming. Oh, Clarie, what am I going to do with you," he replied. Daddy peered round his office door and turned back to me, face beaming with excitement. "He's arrived. Look sharp, Clarie, don't slouch." He walked out and I followed. "Mr Cox, lovely to see you again," a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook. Mrs O leaned toward me and whispered "You've got to admire his cheek but i bet he'd run a mile if i played along" I told her that i didn't think he would so she said there was only one way to find out!She crossed her legs letting her skirt ride up revealing a good bit of her thigh before reaching down and stroking the outside of her leg never once taking her eyes of the guy who gave her a little smile. I resisted the urge to say I told you so instead giving her a winning smile when she said.