Certainly, the panties were not for Joan—they were much to large for her, and as we approached the check out counter it struck me that perhaps she i...tended for me to wear them! I have to say that despite all the humiliation I was suffering, this struck me as just a bit too much. While I may get turned on by a bit of over the knee spanking and ordering around from my pretty wife, there is nothing gay or tv about me and the thought that she might put me in those panties was extremely upsetting. I. She showed me her secret locker full of feminine clothes, nail polish, etc. Boy she loved to talk. I think in those few hours she (I’ll call him ?she? from now on) talked more to me than in the couple months we spent together. Apparently she would dress every Saturday. In the beginning she kept a change of clothes in the bathroom in case anyone came home unexpectedly. Since no one ever did, she stopped doing it. Looking back, I think that maybe subconsciously she wanted to get caught. She was. I had no idea you felt like this," I said."Mmmm. I know all you boys look at me and lust after me. Don't you?" "And how," I agreed. I slid my hands up to knead her tits through her sweater, eliciting a groan."Ohhh, yes. I can feel all those eyes on me. How do you think that makes me feel?" Hot?" I suggested, feeling the erect nubs of her nipples through the fabric. Little moaning noises kept coming from her throat."Yes, hot," she said, panting a little. "I'm hot for you..."We continued that way. Now that the kiddie porn problem was in hand, Sam Anderson wanted me to return to the original question of tracking down fraud in the training system. I looked at the computer memory of each of the 38 other orphanages in my region. Some of the orphanages looked clean, but 19 were definitely suspicious. None of them were as blatant as our place, but all 19 needed checking out.The way we finally worked the investigation was that I would identify some fishy looking training programs, based on the.