So I will have the pleasure of watching your pee stain your panties…” She closes her eyes, biting her lower lip he can see her slightly struggle a...ainst peeing in her panties. He smile as he watches her fight with herself. But eventually her urge to pee wins from not wanting to pee in her panties, and she does as he ordered her to do. He enjoys the sight of her white panties, and the small yellow stain growing in size slowly. “Such a good, good girl my sweet one. Let it all go…” “Oh my God,. The touch on his shoulder made him look back up from his hyper focus on the desk and as he did so caught another good look down her blouse sleeve. His eyes continued north until he met her gaze, she clearly caught him in the act of peeking. The look on her face was a mixture of repulsion and curiosity. He immediately stood up, embarrassed to have been caught. This only did one thing, it shifted his penis, the extremely sensitive tip that was leaking pre-cum, now dragged across his underwear. "Well," she said angrily, "they're just full of surprises, aren't they?" Surprisingly, Paul had taken the news about his father's death and his mother's marriage to his uncle much better than his older cousin. Although Linda was very close to her Aunt Jean, now her new mother, she couldn't help but feel a little resentment at her father's decision to marry her without even consulting his own daughter. Fortunately, Linda was mature enough to realize that her confused emotions over the situation. Surprised by the crudeness of his language she hesitated. She pulled up the stockings and replied 'Well I can try can't I? Are these seams straight?' she turned her back on him. Bending down behind her his nose almost between her buttocks, he scented the sweet aroma of her crutch as he gently adjusted the stockings and knew he was on a winner. The lights were all set up and they set to work immediately. Fiona struck up a number of typical poses Brown had shown her from a couple of magazines..