Apparently not one for small talk, she dove right in. He joined the party."Who were you having sex with? It wasn't Dad." That's none of your business,..." she angrily replied."It became my business the minute you brought me into whatever fucked up thing you have going on," he responded in kind."Don't you curse at me!" she said, bringing her phone close to her face."I'm not doing this over the phone," he demanded before ending the call.He slammed his phone down onto his bed and sped toward the. You have to know when to stop. I could maybe convince her and her boyfriend down here, and her to just sample the table. Before they knew what was happening I’d have them both cuffed. I’d tell her I was going to leave her there for a couple of minutes.’ Welch smiled as he tipped the booze down his throat, and swirled round what was left in the glass. ‘So you leave her there, come out of the room, and a few moments later go back in?’ I nodded, ‘I’d change first,’ and from then on she wouldn’t. They were taken to a table, and left on it.The evil Mistress went away for a moment, and then reappeared, holdinga box that she left on the table too."Now that you are coordinate pieces of lingerie, you won't object ifyou are sold together, won't you?"With that, the satin undergarments were folded and put into the box.Being folded was an orgasmic explosion for the two captives. Eachtransformed girl guessed her predicament. They were going to be sold ina shop, and would end up in the dresser of. “I thought finding a boyfriend was going to be a pain in the ass.”“Why? You’re really pretty. I bet lots of boys want to take you out.”“It’s not that. Guys have looked at me ever since I grew boobs. But finding the right guy seems to require magic or something. I mean lots of guys want to get in my panties, but that’s all they really want. They’re not looking for a real relationship. You want your boyfriend to be interested in other things, too.”“Is that what Bob is? Is he your boyfriend?”Alex.