Am I allowed to touch myselfI hit my knee on the steering wheel and cursed, then sent back a response.For nowwhats that meanIt means until we have a d...iscussion and come to an agreement about rules and restrictions, you can touch yourselfokAs long as you keep your pajamas on i willGood night Ms. Whittakernite maamChapter TwoThe week flew by in a haze of classes and grading papers, and when Thursday evening came around and I was at my desk waiting for 7:30 I realized I was nervous. That's why my. When she appeared she first asked if everything was ok with the k**s. Once she said it was Shelly explained she needed to show me something that needed fixing in the basement. After her daughter went back to the other k**s Shelly led me down the stairs to the basement. It was half finished with carpet and a couch on the finished side. Shelly's tongue was thrust into my mouth as we left the stairs. Before we hit the couch her bikini top was off and she was tugging at my bathing suit. She pushed. I unrolled myself and tipped out the contents of the bag. Apart from the jog suit there were several sensible white panties and bras, a couple of T-shirts and a white silky vest-shaped nightdress. All smelled clean and fresh. I pulled a pair of panties on first, wincing as the material passed my cuts and grazes. I tried on a bra. It wasn't a great fit. The owner is less endowed than I am but after letting out the shoulder straps and hooking it on the widest setting it would do. I unwrapped my. Megan was instructed to innocently parade in this gear as if it were as normal as rain. Just being in these suggestive outfits was humiliating enough, but the short skirts and button bursting tops meant Megan could quickly flash pussy and boobs often and effectively and still maintain her composure.Week Four had seen dusk and dawn dashing dares wherein Megan had to pull off a strip-down run around game. Megan was given two discrete sneak-streak assignments each day that week. The first at.