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I waited for as long as I could before locking the door but the boys were getting too antsy down in the basement. I looked outside one more time and saw two more boys rushing to the door. “You boys almost missed out,” I said as I let them in.We were all now in the basement and I did a quick count of all the boys. The total count of twelve did not surprise me at all as these were a bunch of horny boys. I had verified that they were all over seventeen years old with the help of the team captains. I had also ensured that we would have absolute discretion. I walked to the center of the basement, in front of the big couch, and I nonchalantly took off my shoes. Next, I took off my watch and placed it next to the bottle of lube on the coffee table. The boys were silent as they watched my every move. It was like hungry wolves looking at a precious piece of meat. I slowly lifted my top over my head and immediately heard the boys commenting on my tits. Finally, I bent over in front of the. " Sharon's hands flew to obey his instructions her arms suddenly rigid as if locked in place. "Ropes around your belly and your chest pull you back against the chair." Oh!" muttered Sharon as she threw herself backwards against the seat back."Ropes around your knees and across your lap hold you there, more around your ankles fix them to the chair legs."Again Sharon moved mimicking the effects of ropes pulling her hard against the chair. She was struggling against ropes that only existed in her hypnotised mind but they were no less effective for that as she twisted and turned trying to free herself on her imagined bonds."Now, I'm sorry Sharon, but I must keep you quiet too," Gregg was enjoying himself. The girl's struggles and stiff posture showed off her breasts to good advantage and the sense of power he had over her helplessly reacting to his hypnotic commands only added to the fun. He held up an imaginary strip of cloth."No, please," Sharon begged struggling to turn around to look.
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She must have known that I could see through the curtain. She reached her arm out to me to take the towel, and in doing so, one of her breasts came fully into view. “Thank you, David. You’re a sweetheart” she said as she took the towel and covered herself with it. As I walked out of the bedroom, she called back to me. “David. Will you do me another favor?” “Sure,” I said. “You remember which drawer I put my panties in? The top one?” “Yeah…” I said. “Will you bring me a pair?” “Uh, sure.” I answered. I went to her panty drawer, wondering why she was having me do this. I think it must have been because of my reaction earlier that day when I was helping her with the laundry. I rummaged through her panty drawer, looking at all the beautiful silky nylon panties, imagining them on her, remembering looking up her dress and seeing them on her body. I found the pair with the lace front and pulled them out. I held them up and admired them. “David,” she called to me from the bathroom. “Did you.

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