I wonder if people ever get tired of wearing the same thing? she thought. Underthings, dark, long-sleeved blouse, dark, opaque tights, and a denim jum...per; it's the same thing I've worn for as long as I can remember. I'd like to try some brighter colors. She sighed wistfully at that. A girl should be properly modest. Bright colors drew the eye and attracted the wrong sort. Her parents had told her that time after time.She slipped on her clunky black shoes, ran her brush through her hair,. She then gave the woman her parent's telephone number. She concluded with, "I will speak to either, Mrs. or Mr. Theodore Baker, please."The telephone in Mary's parents house rang. Mary's mother answered the phone. When she heard the operator's pronouncement, she became excited. "Ted, come quickly, the Cardinal wants to talk to us!"Mary's dad hurried to the phone. Picking up the receiver he said, "This is Mr. Theodore Baker!" One moment, sir", answered the operator. She then connected the call. As I leaned there with a contorted face and one foot off the ground as I squeezed my pussy muscles, a couple walking passed asked me if I was okay. I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth (if I’d opened it I would probably have screamed), so I just nodded and off they went.It was too much for me and I went back to the villa; having another orgasm half way there.As soon as I got through the door I squat down and squeezed the vibe out before having a shower and going to bed to make myself cum. One day he brought her into my room before they headed to his, “Hey little bro! We know you’ve been listening for a while so how would you like to see the sounds getting made?”I looked at Sandy standing next to him and she had a great big grin on her face. She spoke, “It’s my idea. I guess I’m just a show off but I think it would be hot to be watched!” How the hell could I refuse that invitation, especially from a fox like her? I followed them to the bedroom and watched as they disrobed.Damn!.