" Ray looked me up and downand I shivered. "And the garters for sure!" He mischievously snapped oneof the lacy rings at my thighs and I jumped. "But t...hose bloomers must go!Why not bring him something nicer?"The girl scampered off to her room and I reluctantly shucked off theoversized lace-and-ribbon panties, blushing furiously as my smooth roundpratt was exposed to the company.But that was nothing to what came next: The two big guys tied longscarves of bright pink silk to my wrists, knotting. "Milly said they said lots of lovie dovie things before they got down to brass-tacks." And?" said Mrs. Carver ... Mrs. Mayor. She was so used to following her husbands' speeches ... listening to Margarets' gossip was a snap. She tossed the ten of trumps on Mrs. Jefferson's nine of trumps.Mrs. Jefferson looked indignant.Mom smiled, "Way to go partner."Pollythenia, Mrs. Jefferson's partner dithered. As she did every morning, she woke up in a new world, but they were used to it."You must follow. "Lean back," she instructed, and a small electric motor whirred as the seat began to recline. When I was nearly horizontal, she let go of the control. I watched her undo her jeans and peel them from her legs, kicking them off in a fury. The panties she was wearing beneath were grey and cotton. I could see a slightly darker spot between her legs were her arousal had shown through. These too, she pulled from her legs, revealing a dark damp tuft of hair tapering between her thighs. The panties. ? I love your blog,” I felt myself redden slightly, a reaction I always tended to undergo whenever somebody recognised me from my online blog posts, “ Yes I am, how are you?” I offered him my hand which he shook vigourously, “ nice to meet you, this is my husband Simon,” the man shook my husband’s hand firmly,” I’m John. I cannot believe that it is actually you. I honestly thought you were not a real person, thought all your pics and sexy tales were just from a fake model type, but here you are.