The bustier was cut so that most of her breasts remained exposed, including her large pink nipples. Concentrating on their wine and conversation they... didn’t notice me immediately, so I waited and watched until Jess turned her head. “Is everything ready then?” She asked.“I’ve got the bedroom set-up for what we’d discussed.” I acknowledged. “I brought these down so we could get them clipped on before we head upstairs.” I showed them the weights I’d brought down. I stepped over to Jess, as. "I don't know," she looked down at her legs, "I could wear jeans, but I really don't want to. I feel more comfortable with my legs out, but I can't go out in public all hairy." "Well, I could help," I said nervously. I had to tread carefully, even though Liz and I were very close, we weren't all that touchy, "I've still got two working hands, if you tell me what to do I could help you shave your legs, and I could get under your arms too if you want." "I don't know, wouldn't that be kinda. I looked at the group. “Is what I said acceptable? The two of us are making an enormous effort, in spite of our legally recognized disabilities, to participate in an activity that will cause us tremendous stress and discomfort, pain even, and you can read in our doctors’ letters the details about the nature of our individual disabilities. We’re doing this to demonstrate that we’re not being obstinate and intractable and trying to avoid doing something that we find disagreeable; we just don’t. "Baby I want you to do me a favor and suck Daddy's cock for me. I want to watch you make daddy cum. And if you do this for me baby, Mommy will take very good care of you. Will you do this for Mommy?"He really did not have time to respond as she moved him to the floor and my wife moved away. My wife moved back up to the bench throwing off what clothes she had on left on. WBF and the boy now moved to the floor. I stood up as they both kneeled below me. WBF was behind our young friend and he was.