When I say "modified" I mean the crotch has been cut out of them to allow easier access to my cock and ass. I wore the purple ones because, 1) Mistre...s ordered me to, and 2) Mistress loves purple. The jeans I put on over my leggings had some interestingly placed holes in them; one of them being in my left ass cheek where all you could see was about a 3/4 inch diameter spot of my naked flesh. Other holes in those jeans were in my knees, so everyone at the gas station I stopped at before. As they reached the door, I commanded her to open the door. She reached out and turned the knob and slowly pushed her door open. As soon as the door was half-way open, she felt herself being forced passed the threshold and towards her king-sized bed. I was squeezing and cupping the nakedness of her sensitively tingling breasts, my lips kissing the back of neck then her neck with hungry desire. My other hand was caressing her, sliding down to her writhing hips, down past her moistened pubic. "I don't know," Carly said, putting the box of costumes down and sitting on the hood of the car under the screen. "After you risked your life so I wouldn't get hit by that bus a while ago, maybe. But like you said, I only liked you because you got hurt so I didn't." She said, thinking back to a few months before Freddie and Sam started dating when Freddie wound up in casts from making sure Carly didn't get hurt."What about now though?" Freddie asked her, checking the time on his laptop to see. I did find one error, and fortunately was able to rework the whole calculation and change my answer.There is a school of thought that says it is best to leave the original answer, as the instinctive answer is more likely to be correct than one that has been hesitated over for too long; but I was confident that I had replaced an error with the correct answer.So I was in a fairly happy mood when I nipped round for a cup of tea with the girls; they too were pretty content with their performance in.