Lessons Learned

Smiling coyly, Tuesday gently nibbled the index finger of her left hand as she slowly advanced in white satin heels; sauntering towards him swaying wide hips seductively with each practiced step and squealing girlishly before planting firm derrière on the plush bed beside him.

Reggie sat still as he allowed her to wiggle her hips and mold heated body tightly to his side and reached to lace slender manicured hands within his own while resting flushed cheek on shoulder and mewling contentedly.

"Tell me Tuesday", he turned to address his newest devoted plaything mewling at his side. "What do you think to be most important in a successful relationship?", he asked while lightly caressing the expanse of exposed thigh flesh between stocking and panty of her right leg.

Reggie quite enjoyed the pimply gooseflesh on creamy thighs provoked by his probing fingers.

"Hmmmmmm?", Tuesday cooed, still reveling in the pleasant sensations from pre-heated pussy as she snuggled her cheek against Reggie's lightly stubbled neck. "Um, Huh?", she responded dumbly, the seemingly odd question having woken her from her titillating daydream. Tuesday lifted her smooth cheek from his shoulder to meet his gaze with wide rapidly blinking eyes. Well, ....I...", she stuttered while reluctantly separating herself from Reggie's side. She untwined fingers and retracted hands to place palms down on the plush comforter beneath her.

Reggie noticed she made no motion to remove his right hand, which was now slowly creeping towards her satin clad womanhood with steady deliberate thumb strokes.

"Well, that's a rather.... Personal....Question...", Tuesday blushed heavily, eliciting a girlish giggle that set her white satin clad tits to delightful jiggling. "...Reggie.... Sir...", She continued, abruptly clearing her throat in attempt to regain composure as she brought slender left hand to tap plump red bottom lip pursed in contemplation. Her features suddenly brightened considerably as she turned to grace Reggie with large expressive eyes and beaming smile. "Why, true love, of course", she responded decisively in true nonsensical 'Disney Princess' fashion. Noticing Reggie's raised eyebrows and impatient drumming of fingers on left knee, she loosed a slight squeak from both his seemingly uninterested reaction to her answer, and the light grazing of his left hand over satin veiled pubic mound prompting her to continue. "Honor and commitment.... Um..", she knit her delicately plucked eyebrows before, pouting prettily. "....and RESPECT!", she blurted, gazing at Reggie with slightly fear tinged eyes **** to have answered his impromptu pop-quiz successfully.

"I see....", was Reggie's only response. Tuesday studied his stoic reaction critically in hopes of deciphering whether he approved of her responses.

"And how many of your....", Reggie turned to face her with oily, crooked smile. "....Acquaintances...", Tuesday's rapidly heating body shuddered slightly in response as his thick probing thumb rhythmically brushed above the smooth fabric poorly attempting to protect her pretty pussy. Reggie noticed a vertical swath of slightly discolored satin panty stimulated from his continued digit stroking. "Are currently separated....", Reggie continued his questioning as a low moan leaked through her slightly parted painted lips. ".....and for what reasons?", he concluded, again gazing expectantly at the now slightly panting princess.

"Mmmmmm... 'Bout half....twenny....summthn....," Tuesday cooed, erratically thrusting her hips in attempt to press Reggie's invading digit to forcefully penetrate her satin clad folds. "Thass....sonicccccce....", she hissed through clenched teeth, the building arousal coursing through her system preventing her overstimulated brain from fully comprehending the question. "Ummmm...., Cuzz...?", she breathed, sounding more like gentle pleading than a question. "...cheat....ING!," she yelped as Reggie's thumb light grazed over her satin shrouded clit.

"Ex-FUCKING-cactly!", Reggie yelled, abruptly leaping off the plush bed in a single energetic bound. No longer subject to Reggie's erotic thumbing, Tuesday's sexed-up limbs collapsed loosely in his wake to lie sprawled above the paired outfit ensembles spread atop the comforter.

"Everyone gets tired of a routine", Reggie spoke with animated gestures while pacing before Tuesday's prone body splayed atop the large pink canopied bed. "You may like steak...", Reggie rambled on, kicking a sleeveless cream satin shell from his well worn path. "But NOBODY can eat steak EVERY FUCKING NIGHT!", Reggie accentuated the statement by pounding his right fist in open left hand. "Right....?", he abruptly paused in his pacing to stand over the heavily breathing Tuesday still slowly swaying her hips invitingly while writhing atop the bed **** for more attention.

"Whever usay, .....Reshhie sir....", Tuesday panted her response. She had gathered enough strength to lounge on propped forearms with head lolling backwards and disheveled red-tinted brunette locks cascading loosely below.

A loud CRASH followed by a guttural moan directed both Reggie and Tuesday's attention to the open doorway. Reggie wasn't exactly sure what had just transpired, but it appeared his contest was getting rather competitive.

"Anyway....", Reggie turned to once again address the slowly recovering Tuesday. "If you want to ensure the faithfulness of your partner......", Tuesday now sat upright on the bed with head slumped heavy to chest. A thin strand of drool steadily trickeled from her parted lips to decorate the expanse of exposed flesh above snow white lingerie clad chest. "You've got to keep things interesting!", Reggie smiled wolfishly with large toothy grin while gazing down at the head lolling pre-practitioner.

"Tuesday...", Reggie bent at the waist to lean heavily forward to gently cup her spit slick chin in hand to guide pretty half lidded emerald green eyes to meet his own steel grays. "Have you ever heard of Role Play?"

Her rolling head steadied by his supporting hand, Tuesday gazed back with lust filled eyes and wide languid smile. "You...mean", she suddenly blinked in recognition while processing the question with brain bathed in molasses and skin simultaneously pricked by countless needles. "....Like those Goblins and Dungeons games....?", She paused to swallowed hard as a slight shudder wracked her body. "...Played by socially awkward people?", she asked questioningly while allowing Reggie to tilt her head to a sharp inclined position.

Reggie frowned disappointedly, pursing lips and shaking head while abruptly positioning himself to again stand erect. The removal of his hand beneath Tuesday's spit polished chin causing her head to again slump heavily forward. She struggled to work the lethargic muscles from supple neck to follow Reggie and watch him begin to frantically rummage through the piles of clothing arranged about the room. Selecting a full sleeved liquid silver notched collar blouse, he again returned to the sexually **** red head swaying slightly on bed to deposit the garment in her white satin pantied lap.

"Tell me Tuesday....", Reggie again turned and proceeded to ferret through the various clothing heaps as he spoke. ".....About this particular blouse", he asked over shoulder while carelessly tossing a flattering pair of silk trimmed tuxedo slacks through the open door into the hallway.

Tuesday held the silk garment tentatively in arousal quivering hands, squinting unfocused eyes as she studied the fabric inches from flushed face.

"Um...", she asked with tilted head. "This is my favorite neutral blouse...", she paused, waiting for a response from Reggie that would not come as he tossed a pair of edge laced deep red silk panties and matching bra over his shoulder. Seeing he was preoccupied, she continued. "It goes with anything.... and I'll usually pair it with a slimming pair of wool or linen slacks for work or semi-formal occasions...", she spoke more coherently now as she slowly wrestled control of her body back from raging hormones. Having been engrossed in examining the blouse and Reggie's odd questioning, she suddenly looked up to see he was standing above her grinning wildly.

"....and this ?", he asked while draping a hip hugging, glossy knee length leather pencil skirt over her exposed gartered thighs while gazing expectantly.

"Oh...!" Tuesday responded again as deep crimson bloomed from pearl studded lobes to creamy thighs. "I bought this YEARS ago..... on a DARE from a girlfriend...", Reggie had leaned in close enough to feel the heat radiating from flushed cheeks. "I would NEVER wear this in PUBLIC...!", she giggled deliciously while dismissing the absurd notion with a flirtatious flick of right wrist. "....And Mother says that only promiscuous women pair Leather with silk or satin..... Not a respectable LADY...", she continued abashedly. "Um...", she squeaked prettily, suddenly realizing she may have missed a superb opportunity. ".....unless YOU wanted me to.... Reggie..... Sir!", the words fumbled through her lush red still spit slick lips much more eager than she had intended.

"Ahhhh.....", Reggie interrupted the fervent young almost-doctor as she stammered her response. "TUESDAY might not don such a blatantly sexual, cock-teasing outfit.....", Tuesday had ceased her ramblings, intrigued as she intently focused on Reggie's subtle education. "But Mrs. Trisha, the cougar socialite MILF prowling for young teenage cock certainly would!", Reggie spoke inches from her face with bright twinkling eyes and thin crooked smile. "A woman confident in her sexuality and femininity.....", he went on, pressing the back of left index and middle finger to trace her reddening sculpted cheek before continuing. "....calculating and relentless in her actions, intent on securing the cock she so desperately craves...", Tuesday whimpered as the gears in her brain slowly worked to interpret his instruction.

"Oooooor.....", Reggie abruptly whirled on his feet as Tuesday ran her hands along the lustrous silk and stiff leather resting on her pantied lap in deep contemplation. "Perhaps Taylor....", he called excitedly while pulling a charcoal mid thigh length jumper and crisp sateen elbow length white collared blouse from off the floor. "The young prim and proper teacher with a repressed desire to be dominated by her young hormonally challenged students.....", Reggie held the expensive garments in each hand as he excitedly spoke. "Sexually innocent and delightfully naive beneath a thin authoritative facade and carnal desire to be mercilessly controlled", he concluded while again draping the clothing in her lap. A slow smile crept along red painted parted lips as the dots began connecting in Tuesday's arousal addled brain.

"Maybe even.....", Reggie called over shoulder enthusiastically as he once again spun on heels, carefully searching the room with furrowed brow and index finger to thin lips. "Tori....", he called out. Tuesday followed him with wide eyes, soaking in his words like a parched sponge as she nodded eagerly in gradual understanding. "The ignorant young red-neck with thick, dripping drawl....", he continued, presenting a sleeveless white collared thin linen blouse and designer strategically ripped frayed denim skirt paring from the opposite side of the room as he spoke. "Deliciously gullible and unquestionably obedient to whomever she labels as her Daddy!", Reggie concluded, once again positioning himself at Tuesday's side atop her plush canopied bed.

"Now do you see...", Reggie turned to face the quivering young red head. "Variety, dear Tuesday, is the SPICE of LIFE....", Tuesday flinched and loosed a low moan as Reggie whispered while pressing lips to her soft supple neck flesh. "And SPICE, my dear, is the KEY to a looooong....", he stretched the word, punctuated with a slow wet tongue drag along the nape of her neck. "And SATISFYING.....relationship", he concluded to the sounds of steady whimpers from his sexed-up princess.

"Now...", Regge whispered as he continued to press lips along her heated neck flesh, slowly working his way lower towards reddening chest. "There are three VERY important rules to OBEY....", she groaned lustfully as Reggie ran his tongue over pink areoles now quite visible beneath the smooth material of lace trimmed white satin bra. "For a SUCCESSFUL role play", he concluded with a gentle nibble over dormant right nipple.

"ONE...!", Reggie exclaimed with a quick flick of tongue over now stiff prominent eraser sized nipples eliciting a breathy gasp from his enraptured plaything. "Always completely DRESS the PART...", he breathed while slowly running tongue below lovingly cradled white satin tits. "From the jewelry in your delicate ears...", he sloppily ran wet tongue to trace saliva streaked trails bellow her heaving chest, now rising and falling with labored breaths. "To the HEELS on your pretty TOES", he punctuated the statement with the suctioning of lips on well toned tummy. "And the STYLING of your hair", Tuesday arched her back with a heavy moan as she collapsed back to lie sprawled atop pink tinted bed. Her lithe body thrashed with white knuckles clutching comforter and pelvis thrusting invitingly as Reggie hovered above.

"Two...!", Reggie straddled the heaving minx, lowering himself to knees between her obscenely spread legs and pulsing satin veiled pussy. "You must completely ACT the PART", Reggie continued while gripping strong hands on thin waist and wide, gartered hips. "From the TWANG in your acquired accent...", he ran a long languid tongue stroke along high inner thigh inches from her moistening mound. "To the mannerism in your actions...", Tuesday abruptly shuddered from his continued ministrations, involuntarily clenching the muscles deep within her womanhood. "....To the suggestive STRUT in your GAIT....", Tuesday thrust her needy pussy forward, raising the small of her back several inches above the bed below her. "You will BECOME the character you are portraying!"

"And THIRD...", he hissed, blowing heated breath over her quivering love nest to prompt another uncontrolled spasm followed by dampening swath of satin fabric. "and MOST important of ALL...", Reggie extended his tongue to draw length over the arousal stained garment failing to protect her virgin sex. "NEVER...", he stressed the word with firm tongue press to forcibly guide panties to penetrate her swollen internal folds. "....EVER....", Reggie could now taste her sweet arousal as his satin clad tongue probed further within her depths. "....BREAK", Tuesday writhed in ecstasy, fitfully clasping the pink comforter in clenched fists as her head thrashed about while squealing uncontrollably. "CHARACTER...!", Reggie concluded as a torrent of lady cum flooded his mouth through now saturated panties. Tuesday arched her back stiffly while balancing the full weight of her body on steeled shoulders as her pelvis bucked savagely for attention, leaving a growing patch of sodden comforter beneath now tainted with her lady cum.

Shuffling sounds from the far side of the room drew Reggie's attention from the passed-out princess smiling blissfully below him to the open bedroom door where Beverly slowly entered led by Todd Sr's aggressive cock thrusts plunging her well used anus. Both Watts appeared to be sweating profusely from their relentless ass-fucking, with the MILFy Beverly's sodden thin pink blouse now almost transparent to reveal the unflattering deep blue bra below and smeared mascara leaving dark black streaks down her otherwise attractive face. Even Todd Sr appeared as if the continued sexual activities were beginning to take their toll. His painted on smile now appeared more of a **** grimace as he stood slightly hunched over Beverly with semi-flaccid cock still buried in her warm brown tunnel. Todd Sr swiveled hips to guide Beverly towards Reggie, pausing briefly with raised eyebrows to observe his passed-out daughter bathing in post-orgasmic bliss sprawled on large pink canopied bed.

"Well done sport", Todd Sr spoke between labored breaths, no doubt exhausted from both the relentless cock **** on his trophy wife's abused sphincter and the trials involved with Reggie's recent 'contest'. "....Looks like you fucked our Tuesday rotten!", Sr patted Reggie on the back with a broad grin and proud smile.

"Hmmmmm..... Quite, thoroughly...", Beverly panted while gracing her tongue-fucked daughter with a motherly smile, heavily marred by disheveled clothing, sweat drenched hair, and smeared make up. Well done....", she continued, now directing welcoming green eyes on Reggie while still attempting to wiggle her plump arse enticingly to stimulate Sr's overworked man tool.

"Oh...!", she exclaimed as a lazy just-fucked smile spread across her weathered face. "Your beer..!", she brightened while raising her right hand to present a fresh brown translucent bottle dripping with beading condensation.

As Reggie reached to accept the proffered bottle from Beverly's trembling hand, Todd Jr and his face-fucking fiancé made their ungainly entrance on the heels of their perverted parents. Jr again led Robin, pert denim clad ass first, as he shuffled slowly behind with slacks and boxer cuffed ankles and proud mast still engulfed within her eagerly suckling lips. Reggie noticed the thick white fluid accompanied by large milky bubbles dribbling from the corners of Robin's heavily used lips and somewhat sated smile on Jr's flustered face as evidence that he had treated her with a sperm laced cocktail at some point in the competition.

Probably at the point of slight disruption while he was conducting Tuesday's lesson.

"Looks like you beat us pops..", Jr stated somewhat dejectedly while glancing at the bottle Reggie held in hand. Jr also held two opened brown beer bottles, one in each hand, and was taking deep satisfying gulps from the one in his right. He abruptly turned to see his younger sibling sprawled passed out on bed taking slow shallow breaths as her vaginal fluid continued to leak from weeping pussy to contribute to the growing patch of soiled fabric on her comforter. "And it looks like Tues' got her right proper fucking..!", he enthused, grinning knowingly towards Reggie while swiveling hips to slosh rigid cock in Robin's spit lubricated mouth hole".

"Todd Jr!", Beverly again threateningly admonished, craning her neck to glare at her foul mouthed son over her penetrated back side. "That's twice I've warned you....", she scolded with tight lips, clenched eyes, and slight bum wiggle to stimulate Sr's languid cock thrusts. "....I'll have your father.. Oh DEAR! ", her voice spiked in tune with a well timed thrust from senior. "Dealwiss... Yerpoooor...Mmmmmm... Behaveeer...", Beverly's voice trailed off to sounds of contentive cooing as Sr once again regained his rhythmic pelvic pounding.

Jr shrugged his shoulders dismissively towards his ass-fucking mother while taking a long steady draught of beer. "Well, anyways..", he perked up, directing Robin further into the room ass first through awkwardly shuffling steps. Robin continued to greedily work his tool with rapidly plummeting red painted lips hungry for a second helping of Jr's seed. "Here's one for the road!", he stated while offering the open beer in left hand towards Reggie as an act of sportsmanship. Reggie accepted Jr's offering with a nod and a grin before turning to address all four contestants.

"And the winner is...", Reggie exclaimed, drawing out the last word for added suspense. Todd Sr puffed his chest proudly in anticipation of he and Beverly being named victorious, eliciting a muffled YELP from Beverly from his invading cock-head in her brown cavern.

"Todd Jr and Robin!", Reggie announced, upending the bottle in his right hand that Beverly had presented to illustrate the uselessness of a still capped beer.

"Yes!", Todd Jr exclaimed with a fist pump, looking to his left to smile triumphantly over his now deflated parents. Todd Sr and Beverly both stared wide eyed with gaping mouths at their foolish faux pas, actually causing Sr to miss time a cock thrust into Beverly's thoroughly abused anus.

"Awwwight..!" Robin chimed in around mouth full of cock, taking her dainty hands from Todd Jr's hips to clap excitedly below dangling tits. "Waadowee...ween..?", she asked thrillingly, causing Jr to shudder as her vocal chords stimulated the sensitive skin below bulbous cock-head buried in the depth of her throat.

"First..", Reggie spoke turning to face the dejected parental duo. "Punishment for the losers", he smiled devilishly, wringing his hands as he approached the elder Watts.

"As a couple, your punishment is to swap underthings for the entirety of a full month starting today". Both Todd Sr and Beverly's eyes widened as they processed the gravity of Reggie's words, each shuffling nervously as he continued. "Todd Sr, you will wear dear Beverly's bra's, panties, and garters under your regular clothing...", Sr nodded dumbly, his mouth working slowly but no sound came out. "And our lovely Beverly here will wear nothing but Sr's boxers or briefs below her regular clothing", Beverly stared at Reggie appalled, already imagining the embarrassment of attending her charity functions and Todd Sr's business luncheons; her heavy tits quite visible beneath bra-less blouse.

Remembering a comment from Tuesday during her earlier tutoring, a wicked smile slowly crept along thin lips. "And to make things interesting...", Reggie continued before Beverly and Sr had an opportunity to recover. "You each now have a permanent fetish for the most luxurious of materials in satin, silk, lace....", Reggie paused, again giving time for his instructions to settle in their overwrought brains. "And of course, leather", Reggie accompanied his statement with a mental nudging to ensure the compulsions held true.

"You'll find that any contact with these materials will leave you in a constant state of arousal....", Reggie grinned mischievously while turning to address Todd Sr specifically. "So you might find yourself slightly distracted during your next board meeting...", Reggie walked towards the awestruck pair slowly coming to grips with the full price of failure. "....With your aching cock straining within the silk confines of whichever pretty matching panty and garter set Beverly chose for you that morning...", he grinned evilly at Sr, who now stood white faced slowly shaking his head mouthing the word 'no'. "Eh...Sport?", Reggie patted Sr roughly on the back causing him to take a rough step forward. Beverly gasped as his still rigid cock tip buried deeper in her sphincter.

"And Beverly...", Reggie bent at the waist to speak closely at ear level. "Hopefully you'll be able to manage your many social functions....", She listened with rapt attention, mouth agape with thick drool painting streaks down shiny slick chin. "With diamond stiff nipples quite prominently tenting your lovely silk and satin blouses", Reggie gently petted her brunette head as he spoke, watching her intently as she firmly clenched eyes shut as if to block the mental image of the scenario as he had described.

"What happens AFTER the one month time period is your decision....", Reggie dusted his hands as he met Todd Sr's gaze over Beverly's hunched shoulder. "Who knows....", he shrugged dismissively with laughing eyes. "You may actually LIKE it!", he concluded, loosing a hearty laugh at both mother and father's **** predicament.

Reggie abruptly straightened, causing both parents to flinch as he held outstretched hand towards Todd Senior. "Aaaaaand...", he stretched the word as if considering. "I'll be taking the Rolex...", he exclaimed, wiggling the fingers of his proffered hand for added effect.

Sighing in resignation, Todd senior loosed the solid gold strap of the expensive timepiece and placed the jewel encrusted watch in Reggie's awaiting hand.

With his own prize secure, Reggie abruptly whirled on his feet to address the still beaming competition winners. Taking a sip of his fresh beer, another goddamn fucking LAGER, he toasted salute to the victors. Todd Jr raised his bottle in acknowledgement, drinking from glass bottle neck as his fiancé simultaneously continued to drink from his gorged flesh stick.

"And to the victors go the spoils!", Reggie upended his bottle to take a long satisfying gulp of carbonated adult beverage. "Todd Jr, and Robin...", he circled the still felating couple, tapping thin lips in contemplation before a thick grin spread along pursed lips. "I don't know what you're 'into'...", Reggie continued as Both Robin and Jr's eyes intently traced his movements as he slowly circled them. "And quite frankly, I don't really care...", Reggie stopped his pacing to stand directly in front of the pair, with Robin's glorious backside presented enticingly before him. "....but from now on", Reggie bent at the knees to lower himself and rest his elbows on Robin's firm backside while locking eyes on Todd Jr. "Whenever either of you speak any family members full name currently in this room followed immediately by the phrase, 'Time for Fucking'", Reggie positioned himself to best gage Jr's reaction before continuing. "...those named will immediately become your dedicated plaything for the extent of one full hour", Todd Jr's lips slowly split into shit-eating grin as the absolute power Reggie had granted him registered in his arousal soaked brain. "...after which, they will completely forget everything done during the allotted time....", Reggie smiled while mentally projecting the instructions and trigger into the five family members present in the room. "Unless.....you want them to", Reggie ended with a shrug and a wink before again positioning himself beside his softly-snoring passed-out neglected princess.

"Fuuuuk yea!", Jr burst out excitedly, earning him a sharp glower and tight lipped scowl from his bent over ass-fucked mother. Beverly raised her right hand with index finger extended pointedly and tight lips parted as if to once again criticize his use of language, but Jr never gave her the chance. Todd Jr quickly fired off the names of father, mother, and fiancé followed by Reggie's trigger phrase and now stood giddy with eagerness to test the limits of Reggie's wonderful gift.

"C'mon everybody!", Jr addressed the group of three now gazing adoringly at their new master. "to the master bedroom!", he called over his shoulder, taking a long swig of beer as he led the enchanted harem procession of now enraptured butt-fucking parents and devoted obedient bride-to be through the door towards their carnal destination.

"Todd Jr...", Reggie called as Jr cautiously shuffled backwards towards the door. "Quick question for you..... just out of curiosity...", Reggie had seated himself beside his reclining peacefully sleeping beauty to watch her chest slowly rise and fall with each sated breath.

"What can you tell me about Role Play?", he asked, genuinely curious as to Jr's response. Reggie noticed his mother and father waited patiently for him to continue, still joined cock-in-ass as they gazed upon their son with complete devotion.

"You mean like that Goblins and Dunge....", Jr responded questioningly before Reggie cut him off.

"Oh for fucksake....", Reggie sighed, punctuated by a face palm. "Get the fuck out of here and do whatever the fuck it is you're about to do...", Reggie concluded. He was admittedly beginning to feel both mentally and physically fatigued after a long day warping his neighbors to his liking and wanted to wrap things up so as to get some rest before his scheduled date with Tuesday later this evening.

"Sure thing Reggie!", Jr smiled in response, raising his beer in salute before once again leading his perverted entourage from the room. Reggie took a deep breath as he watched the oddly entangled group retreat from the room, running the fingers of his right hand through Tuesday's thick silken locks as she mewled quietly in her sleep. Smiling softly, it was time to assign some 'homework' to see how well she understood her lesson.

"Now Tuesday....", he spoke softly, tracing her delicate jawline with the back of right hand as he reclined his body next to hers. She loosed a low cooing sound from slightly parted lips as he gazed eye to peacefully slumbering eye of his blissfully unaware plaything.

"Your homework assignment is to take the information from our lesson...", his hand slowly descended from soft rounded jaw to long supple neck. "And develop your own complete character and personality for our date this evening...", Reggie unnecessarily spoke aloud while simultaneously projecting his instructions to root within her dormant mind. "This may be considered...", his grazing fingers settled to lightly caress the white satin clad tit flesh raising and falling with each tranquil breath. "Advanced.... for your level of experience...", Her prone body shuddered in time with a quick flick of digit over stiffening nipple as he continued. "So I'll provide you with a little assistance", he smiled delightfully as he straightened his posture to once again sit upright beside the napping Tuesday.

"You may use your family members as props, anyway you see fit", Reggie raised himself to standing above the prone young doctor. "With Todd and Todd Jr as your dedicated butler and chauffeur....", he paused to unnecessarily dust the front of his casual jeans. "And Beverly and Robin as your devoted hand maidens...", he reached out with his mind to project the instructions towards the remaining four family members currently occupied in the master bedroom.

Reggie casually strolled towards the open bedroom door feeling he had almost concluded his little side-tracked business with the Watt family until later this evening.

"And when you hear the front door slam shut.....", he took another long slug of the half empty beer he had been nursing. "you will become Lady Tuesday...", he spoke while removing the well worn Timex digital from his wrist. "Wealthy young debutant **** to create the perfect Role Play for a date with the 'Man of Her Dreams'!", Reggie quoted in her diaries own words.

"I'll see you at six...", he spoke to his lingerie clad plaything now gently stirring to almost awake. He dropped his old now offensive accessory in a pink waste basket by the open bedroom door before pausing as if in remembrance.

"Hah!", he laughed outright. Having been so distracted fucking with the 'perfect' nucleus family, he had almost forgotten the purpose of the visit. "Your costume for the party will be a golf bag to complement your brother and sister-in-law's golfer and caddie. ", Reggie spoke over his shoulder to Tuesday, now blinking sleep from heavily lidded eyes while still fully reclined. "Stuff your ass and pussy full of as many golf balls as will fit...", he continued to speak over his shoulder while fumbling with the clasp on his recently acquired Rolex. "Stiffen and plant some golf Tee's in your hair like a Tee off...", He frowned slightly as he spoke, still not able to figure out the clasp. He might have to get Eve to show him how to get the goddamn thing attached. "....And wrap your naked body in cellophane from just below the knees to just above tits", he concluded.

Having reached the bedroom door he turned one last time to see Tuesday shaking cobwebs from her pretty head in attempt to piece together the last hour's events.

"See you at 6!", he called to the young woman now staring wide eyed to examine the slick thighs, sodden panties, and large damp comforter beneath her well-fucked body.

Reggie whistled to himself as he exited the front doorway, loudly slamming the heavy solid door in his wake. He paused briefly on the Watt's front stoop, shielding his eyes to gaze at the late afternoon sun now beginning it's descent over the canopied treetops above.

Holding the jewel encrusted Rolex he couldn't figure out how to attach before him, he saw that it read slightly after the large diamond marking 4 O'clock. Grimacing slightly as he gazed across the Watt's well manicured property to observe Miss Collins' spatial abode with both Jag and Lexus convertible still parked in the drive, he felt a little too exhausted to grant Saundra her well-deserved comeuppance today and wanted rather to get some quick rest before his date with Tuesday.

"Or whoever she decides to be", he grinned to himself in anticipation

While he was looking forward to giving that bitch Saundra exactly what she deserves, he wanted to do so on his own terms without feeling rushed or pressured. Smiling wickedly, he realized he still had time tomorrow before the festivities began in the evening and really just needed to set up some insurance measures.

Concentrating towards the three story brick Tudor, Reggie mentally issued instructions for all occupants not to leave the house under any condition except life threatening emergency.

Contingency plan in place, Reggie let crack a face splitting yawn while stuffing his hands lazily in jean pockets before journeying back to his house for a much needed nap.