"Hang in there guys, the hard part is over. Once that mob gets over to the White House, they're someone else's responsibility for the evening," I told...them."That's not true, Michael. They are YOUR family and friends," Grace started."And that means that YOU are responsible for them being here," Vickie added."And WE work for YOU. That makes them our responsibility, too!" Adriana concluded.When you thought about it, they were right. I was the one who wasn't pulling my fair share of the load in. She noted that I could take my robe off and get under the blanket on the table.When she left the room I did as instructed and lay down, naked, under the warm blanket. I had never been naked - even covered - in front of a stranger before but being in that position made me a little aroused.I laid down and continued to relax when I heard the door to the massage room open."Hi, I'm Mike" he said.I lifted my head to return his greeting and was surprised at how handsome Mike was. I guess I was. My mother was furious and after she calmed down had a talk with me and told me that as long as I stopped she wouldn't tell my father, but she did go through my room and take all my panties and put them in the trash! Nothing more was ever said and for awhile I stopped my panty fetish and tried to be a normal guy! I was 15 and in high school when I was caught and at the time was dating my high school sweetheart, (that I stayed with till we were 19 and she caught me 69ing with another guy....but. The drapes were drawn closed, blocking the bright noon day sun. I paged through the proofs of fashion editorials scattered on his light box and uncovered a collection of shots focused on one model. She was nude. And though the first few poses were artfully demure, others captured a more brazen and haughty stance. Her legs had fallen apart and her mouth was slightly ajar, as if inviting entry. She looked amazingly sexy in the smoldering light, which cast her body in dramatic curve loving.