Besides, it wasn’t Amaya doing this; she was just doing what she had to win tonight’s game.“I’m here,” Amaya whispered on her phone.“Now p...ll back the blankets so you can see his underwear. What’s the boy’s name again?”Amaya gulped. “Rick,” she whispered. Answering his question was easy; doing as he asked was not. It was what she expected but to be this close to Helen and her boyfriend was very scary. She lifted the blanket very carefully, terrified that they would awake at any. Still waiting to be told to put his trousers back on, Bill was suddenly shocked when John came around the desk and opened the office door before saying right let's go. He ushered Mary out the door and left Bill to bring up the rear. To be honest Bill looked a site in shoes and socks, no trousers and underwear and his shirt hardly covering his tiny cock and stark white flesh. At a slow pace John made them walk to a car some distance from the office and Bill was aware of curtains twitching from. Catching her breath, she watches as He reaches again for His crop and walksslowly behind her. She feels his hand move up over her ass, His fingers spreadwide, over her spine and neck, he pulls her to her feet where she stood,quietly, legs apart and her hands behind her back and her breasts thrustoutward as He had trained her to do. She looked up with her eyes only to seehim draw the leather between his thumb and finger slowly wiping her juices fromit with a wicked grin on his face. "Undress for. At this "meeting," perhaps. I had on low boots, black leather, with high heels that raised my ass and legs and made my smooth buttocks, which were tightly covered by the skirt, look like they were just begging to get fucked. On top I wore a clingy red silk shirt, low-cut and unbuttoned even further, with a black demi-bra that let me open my shirt far without showing any of the lace. It was a push-up bra; it pressed my tits together and accented my cleavage, raising them up and making them look.