Just like you got me ready for my date with Brenda, I will be gettingyou ready for your date with her husband Brad, I hear he is a ex-football player ...is rather large in all senses of the word. Wednesdayevening after bowling, please see me; be wearing nude pantyhose(panties of course), a low backed and strapless white bra and verylittle makeup. I have already spoken to Brad and he has asked me toadvise on what you are to wear Saturday evening. I will have you modela few things for me and take. ]God did he love his little sister, Brad thought. He was in a cab on the way out to celebrate the victory that night, and all he could think about was how great it would be to talk through all the plays the way he had on the phone with Emily after his first game. Inevitably there would be a thousand girls throwing themselves at him that night, but Brad felt sure none of them could match his little s*s. Maybe he was wrong, but first and foremost they were hungry to sleep with a football player,. It didn't take long for them to make some noise, grabbing the attention of the man running the motel, who happened to be watching the two on the television monitor. Hank was his name and an all around pervert, who had cameras planted in every room and recording everything that went on. He even had a growing collection of tapes and DVD's of every home movie ever made. It had been days since he saw any real action and the waiting was all worth it. Hank stuffed his hand down his pants, watching. ‘Oh, isn’t this… quaint?’ Becky offered with an upraised brow as she opened the door and made a gagging sound. ‘Gee Dave, the light doesn’t work.’ ‘No lights my love’ I told her. ‘No lights, no running water no luxuries of home out here. Sorry you came?’ ‘Not yet Dave, but give me some time. There’s a spider eyeballing me in here that’s as big as a mouse.’ ‘Wait till you see how big the mice are’ I warned Becky as I heard her talking to the spider in threatening tones. I went back to the.