Would you like to wear them?"She didn't need to ask twice. "Oh yes, Mrs. Johnson." Tell me you'd like to wear the panties of a housewife." Please, Mrs.... Johnson, I'd LOVE to wear the panties of a housewife. The panties that YOU wore." But, Jason, these panties are dirty. I've already worn them. Don't you find that disgusting? To wear the panties a woman has already worn?" Oh, no, Mrs. Johnson! I really REALLY want to wear your panties!" Since you asked so nicely, here you go." She tossed the. I fix up my makeup, putting on a fresh coat of lipstick and cleaning upmy overall look. Satisfied, I take a deep breath and walk down thestairs back to the living room. There I see Erin, sitting back down onthe couch, skirt, blouse and jacket set aside. She has a refilledglass, and she sips her drink as I walk toward her."Stop, Maid." I halt where I am, my head almost immediately facing thefloor. "Your new name is Lucy, and I expect you to come to me whenevercalled." Yes, Mistress." Now then, I. She quickly squeezed her legs together and held it in, hoping Mike wouldn’t notice. ‘Something wrong?’ he asked. ‘No, I just really have to pee.’ It was driving her crazy, she had to go so bad. ‘So run back real quick.’ ‘I don’t think I can make it,’ Keri whimpered. She was starting to cry she had to go soon or she was going to explode. ‘You can use a tree.’ ‘I’m not a guy! I can’t do that!’ She cried. Just as Mike was about to offer another suggestion, she sobbed. The sob was enough to set her. It was truly exhilarating. Daniel’s eyes avidly followed every move, his breathing getting heavier matching ours. The bulge in pants had grown noticeably.Angela planted her other hand on my waist and began to stroke me, slowly lifting my jumper. She pulled it up over my breasts. My big, rock hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric of my bra. She ran her fingers over them.I gasped. She slipped her hand behind my back and released the clasp, exposing my breasts in one slick move.“Hasn’t.