"Bore me"

"It's fine," You tell her, "bore me." and somehow you manage to sound fairly nonchalant. Anjali reaches out and pats your thigh, tauntingly close to where your hand is resting on your cock.

"How nice of you to indulge me. Well Elizabeth - that's the evenings host - bought a sweet, little bustier in white lace; matching panties. She's not always that subtle.."

"I don't think I-"

"Shirley is probably wearing a simple bra and panties set, no lace, no wires. Can't tell you the colour, she goes through a lot. She likes extremely thin materials though; "rippable" I believe, is the exact word she uses."

"Who's-" Once more Anjali ignores you and continues:

"Anne is a corset-woman. Black or red. Always. Take that any way you want." She winks at you, but doesn't give you a lot of time to think about it, let alone take it in any way.

"Lady White still hasn't bought anything from me, but I'm hoping to impress her tonight. That's partly what you are for, dear." She pats your thigh once more, somehow still managing to keep her eyes on the road, while barely avoid touching your dick.

"And we've arrived."

The car easies into a large driveway at the woods' edge. Further up you spot house handily bordering on being a mansion. Once more Anjali holds open the door for you. As you step out she's suddenly very close, one hand reacing into the car, the other gently enfolding your cock.

"What a good listener you turned out to be." she says, running her fingers up and down your throbbing shaft. You shiver, both from the caress and the chilly evening air, "So far I am glad I confiscated you. My daughter's taste is clearly improving."

You look down and notice that Anjali has tied a pink ribbon around your cock. She smiles brilliantly, then takes you by the elbow. As she leads you up to the door to knock, she leans into you and whispers:

"Remember - do as you're told, and don't show me up. Okay?"