Inside the pantyhose, a kind of rubber jock strap had been placed on him.The front of the strap was super-small and made of semi-flexible plastic.A sm...ll hole at the bottom allowed him to urinate, but the device wouldpainfully punish an erection. He took it off with a sigh of relief andstarted pulling off his corset.The corset was a thin but strong affair, made of latex reinforced withnylon bands. It appeared to be infinitely adjustable and had been pulledin to a waist-cutting, back-arching. She stepped aside so I could go into the shower. As I went by I turned and said, "I'll see you at breakfast."Breakfast turned out to be interesting. Everybody was there and everybody was waiting for me. I was surprised for a moment and then dismissed it. I went and got food from the kitchen unit and then went and joined my family. Emma was drinking coffee and eating toast. Sally was sipping a tea. Rebecca was at the end of the table, chowing down on eggs and bacon. I nodded to her as I sat. They stopped their play to take time to dry each other off. His hands worked their way from her neck to her beautiful round breasts and nipples, which became achingly erect by his touch. He lovingly rubbed his towel across her slightly hidden tattoo, almost tracing it line, by colorful line. He was in a trance and not noticing her eyes looking deep into his face, her lips opening to speak but rather she thrusted her lips upon his, her tongue probing for his. Once she found it, she pulled it in. Mary, not wanting to be left out, turned K. C.'s head to the side and forced her tongue into the blonde's mouth. K. C. responded by sucking Mary's tongue into hers, and putting her hands on the heads of the girls at her boobs, pressing their faces into her soft, firm flesh.K. C. broke the kiss. "Wait," she said, panting. The girls paused and looked at her. A little fear crept into their eyes. Were they going to be fired? Had they read the signs wrong?"Why don't we all get a little more.