The smug man asked how they enjoyed their first foray into being whores. Then moved on without waiting for an answer. He was excited about the orders he had to give the pathetic couple. The next part of his master plan. Ian put on a cute pink bra and panty set. With little blue bows on his hips doctor and in between the cups. He also had a white garter and stockings and a little blue bow in his hair. Wendy wore a red lace one piece with a thong back. The lace was sheer enough that her breasts were clearly visible. As was the fact indian that her pussy was bald. She has stockings that matched Ian, but without the garter. They took a deep breath. Then walked out into the sunny day of their back yard. Wendy got the mower out and Ian grabbed the gardening basket. When they started on the front yard they drew onlookers. Cars slowed down as they passed. Neighbors peeked out of windows. Wendy, sweaty and nearly nude as she pushed the mower. Ian looking like nurse a pansy in women’s underwear as he knelt and weeded the flower hotel beds. “I’m not sure we are up for a desi party.” Wendy weakly protested. “That wasn’t a request.” Grant growled over the phone. “Be at Hank’s by seven.” Then he hung up. “A party with the boys.” Wendy told Ian. “I...what should I wear? Do they know? Oh god, what if Grant told them the things he made us do?” Wendy patted his shoulder. “I’ll help you pick out a nice dress. If Grant hasn’t told them, then we will say you’ve taken up crossdressing.” Wendy led him to his room. “ From our hotel first kiss in high school, I've never stopped loving you. “I wanna take them off.” I sighed while he stood up. I played there tenderly feeding her want and slowly feathered my doctor fingers up from her folds to that tight, quaint little hole, nestled between her cheeks. Then he reached his fingers inside the waistband of her hot pants and pulled them down. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed. Her girlfriends all ran nurse around with losers who were well outside highschool and enjoyed corrupting young girls with drugs and alcohol. And so the only reason why Bea was gladly letting me feel out and suck on indian her breasts all those times during our lovemaking, was because she had mistakenly assumed that that was what I was wanting to do. Not that I'm saying this will be, but it's good so far. That was fun.” Milo had written another strong paper worthy of an A. But was he getting dangerously close to going over the line? Trevor had to admit to himself that it felt damn good, but so did his bitch's throat muscles, when they spasmed around his seven inch rod. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get that testy,” she said while returning her hand to my shoulder and stroking it. “What do you mean they sent me to the wrong place?” desi I said in anger.