I actually got home early, which is what got things started. Now, Marissa is a bit of a neat-freak. Things just don’t get left out and about, which... is fine with me. So I was surprised when I went into the kitchen and found her coffee cup from this morning still half full and on the counter, along with a bit of left-over bagel. Curious, I went through the rest of the place, and everything else was in order, save for her bath towel which lay damp and crumpled on the floor just next to the. Susan’s limp form was taken to a nearby van and strapped into the back seat. The men doing this did so with great care to see that she was not harmed. Friday got behind the wheel of the van. His partner rode shotgun. A third man sat next to Susan, making sure she didn’t flop around and hurt herself.The van U-turned and the man driving Susan’s car did the same. The pair of vehicles drove for about an hour and turned off onto a dirt road leading to a dilapidated old farmhouse with a barn nearby.. I was wearing the plainest, dowdiest white panties - bloomers really - and a white, grandma-style bra that was a little gray with age. This was definitely not what I wanted a handsome, muscular young stud to see me wearing. I solved the problem by stripping out of them as quickly as I could and throwing them as far away from me as possible. As I shed my clothes, Jeff finished removing his tie and shirt and then simply stood watching me twist and wriggle my way out of my drab underthings. I felt. Broadworth looked up to the security woman, "Why don't you go see Nancy has come back with Sandy's pants?" The woman left the room.***Sandy hung his head as he heard the people around him gasp, or laugh. Unfortunately security had not returned with his pants and so here he was walking through the mall, crowds all around him in the dress he had been given. He was able to avoid much of the crowd by staying on the upper level of the mall, however this was no ordinary mall, there were always people.