I agree'd and said that's right, then the wife said remember I told you I had something to tell you later. She said I don't want you to be mad because...I didn't do it on purpose. She said remember last week when I stayed home for the phone guy to show up. I said yeah, and reached over and started playing with her pussy, she said I waited half the day for him to show up then decided to go take a shower. I was in the bathroom drying my hair when the doorbell rang. I just grabbed a towel and. ..” she started, then stopped.“Yes?”“You said you wanted me. {You really wanted me?}” she said in a small voice.“I did.”“And it made me...” she trailed off again.“Funny how being unsure of the other person’s interest can get in the way of arousal, isn’t it, Prez?”She grumbled. “So that’s why you had me say that weird line yesterday at the FCF, too. {And why you fucking punched me.} You used your Skill on the examiner. {You had to actually see it.}”“Yeah, more or less, though I’m still a little. He ordered his mom to stopwearing bra and panties. She was never allowed anyunderwear, even to the office. I made her feel like a dirty slut, and she felt as if the entire world were in on her secret perverted life. Then Brettturned on Lucy. Hetold her she was no longer allowed to wear panties or braeither. The bra was not so much of an issue, as I said, she was a late bloomer. But Brett made the just turned thirteen year old wear very shortskirts with no panties underneat, and if she even. Lily, I&hellip,I think I can do a better job if I take them off. Ill put it right back on afterwards! he exclaimed. Sure! That sounds good! I smiled, reaching towards my thigh. I got it! You can just sit there! I should do this anyways for dirtying your pants earlier! he stammered, pulling off both pairs quickly. With both my feet free again, he reach for my ankles, holding both of them up towards his nose and inhaling deeply. Do they stink?! I teased. Oh god! Yes! he moaned, stuffing them at.