It could be any of them, or none of them.I managed to forget the package until lunchtime two days later. When I remembered I rushed home to open it up...again. I was sure that I forgot the time. No, it was 6:00 PM, just as I remembered.I looked over the very ordinary clothes again. The whole thing was very puzzling. The shirt was a dark blue, the t-shirt bright red, the panties and bra plain white. It was all made of light cotton. Curiosity killed me and if I didn't take this opportunity I'd. At one point I was cumming as Keith bagged a purchase up for a lady and I made some noise and thought sure I was going to be busted. It was humiliating thinking what would happen if somebody peeked over the counter and saw what I was doing but dispite my fear of discovery I continued to finger myself as I had been ordered to do.Finally Keith started videoing me and then ordered me to suck my fingers while he filmed around the shop and then down to show where I was and what I was doing. It was. Suddenly my former lover added a third one and I began to struggle feebly in an effort to escape his probing fingers.“Please Frank take your fingers out of my asshole, I begged him as his wife looked on and smiled at me with a sadistic smile. I was at the congressional couple’s mercy as Frank Underwood continued his anal punishment and they both ignored me as he stretched and painfully opened my little brown hole between my spanked red cheeks.After a short time, my asshole began to loosen up.. I told her, asking again why she wanted him to come over and she mumbled something about 'mutual friends' and left it at that. Weird.The next afternoon, I was up in my room when I heard the doorbell ring and my sister go clomping down the stairs. I didn't want to even go out and see him, I was just too weirded-out by it all. He's fourteen, she's seventeen, what on earth would interest my sister in some boy my age.So, her door was closed the whole time he was there and when I came down for.