She wanted me to remove my clothes. She wanted me to strip myself naked."Take off your clothes, Tommy," she said again. "I mean it. I'm not fucking ar...ound," she said.Another one of my longtime sexual fantasies, over the years while masturbating myself, I've imagined stripping myself naked in front of my mother and/or my aunt. Yet, now that my mother wanted me to undress, strangely enough, I felt more embarrassed than I'd felt sexually excited. I imagined my mother and my aunt sexually staring. She talked her into lingerie to go along with everything despite Renee's embarrassment and objections. Lauren tried some on just to make Renee feel more at ease. She even took pictures of Renee modeling them with her cell phone.At a couple of stores, Lauren secretly purchased complete outfits that Renee had modeled and that looked especially good on her. She made arrangements with the sales clerks to pick them up at a later date so as to surprise Renee.From Lenox Square, they headed off to. . I get halfway through thinking "...who the fuck is in our bathroom?" when the events of the past few hours flood my memory like a vivid dream. Nothing more is said as I am undressed by you both, giggling with each other, fuelled by Champagne and lust, kneeling in front of me, trying to decide between you who will taste me first...A compromise is made as the tip of my straining cock disappears between your kiss. The sensation of having two mouths, two tongues, two hungry passions on me sparks. He is late.The pet stays on her knees, not daring to move.The waiting continues for what seems like hours, though she knows mere minutes have passed.Suddenly, she hears the key slide into the lock as her heart beat quickens.The door opens, and she hears him step inside, her eyes still cast down. Closing the door behind him he looks down to see his pet on her knees, two upturned palms, one reaching out offering her leash to him. Taking the leash he pulls on it gently, causing her to look up. As.