I don't have any other kind of panty other than thongs these days as hethrew out all my sensible underwear a few years ago. He's always buyingme new p...irs and the skimpier the better it seems.He insists that I always wear sheer nylon stockings either as hold ups orwith suspenders. I also keep my toenails painted bright red on my ownvolition but I know he would make me do them if I didn't.So I sit to draw up the stockings up my long hairless legs making surethat the top stretches to the top of. I swear each time I squeezed Ian's cock it grew even larger. Chrissy then showed me how to rub along the shaft of Ian's cock and squeeze his balls as well. All the time his hands remained under his arse. As for me the tingling sensation between my legs was growing causing me to start squirming in my seat. I had never experienced this before in front of an audience. More was to come though. Chrissy reached over and took my free left hand in hers and put it between my legs on my left thigh.. He was an older man, close to retirement. He was about 5’-10”, beer belly, thick glasses, and horrendous breath.Peter was in his 20’s, an IT guy who acted like he was a gift to women. The 5’-2” twerp never showered, at least that is what it smelled like. He wore tight jeans to show off his puny ass. He wore tight shirts to show off his muscles, though a person would need a magnifying glass to see them.The second change in her routine was the two changes of clothes she brought with her. First,. The group of kids between me and the table where I was to put the juice and wine down started watching me approach. When I got close, one of the boys quickly stepped back and into me. He flipped the tray to have to pour the wine and grape juice all over my white apron.“You Buffoon! Are you blind? Have you been drinking the wine instead of serving it? Look what you did to my cousin’s dress! You ruined it. That is coming out of your pay. You better hope she doesn’t have you beaten!” the boy.