Would that be all, sir? No, actually, he replied, looking up from his papers. His eyes brushed over my chest and back to my face. I stayed expressionl...ss, waiting for his next order. Bend over, Miss Cranston. My lips dropped open. Sir? I asked, glancing from the young man on the couch to his stone-faced father. Turn around, he replied, his voice getting tight with anger, and bend over. Pick that skirt up while youre at it. I did as he asked, slowly, reluctantly&hellip,every part of me feeling. I watched him use the eye-dropper and the drops went into the newly open wine."You take this out to the girls," he said handing me the bottle, "and not a word, ok."I carried the loaded bottle out to the pool area with mixed emotions."About time too," said Brenda, "we were beginning to think you two had gotten lost."I poured out the wine into both of their empty glasses and watched as they both drained them."What's the matter?" asked Brenda, "you've got a funny look on your face." N-nothing," I. "Well," she replied, "I know you're Mother and Father are at work so the first thing I want is for you to return my panties. Bring them round now!!!" "H-h-how did you know?" I asked. "Well when you bring them back, I'll show you. I don't like being kept waiting so make it snappy."I knew there wasn't much I could do but comply so I went to my bedroom and took the panties, a red lace pair, from their hiding place and headed next door. I hadn't had chance to rinse them out so the crotch was stiff. I stood as my hands neared her ass and, when I brought them up onto her buttocks, I let them drag up along the inside of her cheeks.Mom's pear-like ass kept her cheeks well separated so my hands weren't touching when I cupped her buttocks. I looked down to confirm what my hands were telling my brain. Mom wasn't wearing any panties under the Capri's or, if she was, they were pretty skimpy. I couldn't help imparting a gentle squeeze. Mom stirred at that and pulled her tummy forward."Stop.