Chapter 8. Sunday Morning Exercises 
 
Ashley woke slowly.  Her eyes blinked several times fuzzily, and opened on her 
sunny room, flooded with soft yellow morning light from the window.  She 
stretched languorously, thrusting her loose fists towards the ceiling.  She felt 
refreshed and well-slept. 
 
She swung her legs out over the side of the bed and placed her feet into the furry 
pink slippers which lay by her bed.  She stood and made her way to the bathroom 
outside her room, opening her door a crack and peering out to ensure she was 
alone before scurrying to the bathroom.  She didn't want her cousin to see her 
before she had had a chance to clean herself up and brush her teeth.  In fact, she 
observed, this particular morning she seemed to be more rumpled than 
customarily.  Her pajama was quite creased, and it even seemed to her that her 
sweat must have left patchy areas of stiffness on it.   She did not suspect that 
these traces had been left by her night visitors, wiping their secretions on her 
nightdress.    
 
Unbuttoning and removing her pajama top, Ashley, observed herself in the 
mirror, while at the same time she herself was observed by the hidden 
surveillance cameras behind it.   The camera recorded the swing of her breasts as 
she soaped her armpits and washed herself, the soapy water coursing down the 
sides of the burgeoning flesh of her boobs before being flushed away by clean 
water, in turn dried vigorously in the plush, green, towel. 
 
She brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, the gathered it into a tail behind her 
head and fastened it with a rubber band from the shelf next to her. 
 
For once Ashley manages to make her way downstairs and out the door without 
running into her adopted family, and we leave her delighting in the crisp morning 
air, and the filtered sunlight as she runs through the quaint neighborhood and 
into an adjoining park.   Her breath steams and her trainers pound a rustling 
tattoo on the path, brittle fall leaves scattering behind the athletic girl's footfalls.   
She smiles delightedly, enjoying the feeling of her strong body's rhythmic strides 
cutting their way through the brisk morning, whisking by thick trunked oaks, 
sporting their winter baldness.  We leave her for the moment to herself, dear 
reader, watching her from behind as she crests a rise in the path on the way to the 
small lake beyond, and smile appreciatively at the sight of her tense, hard-
working haunches, only momentarily disappointed that her rear is covered by her 
jacket, tied around her waist. 
 
Soon enough Ashley returns to the house where, this time, her Uncle has been 
waiting for her with well-hidden eagerness.  
 
"How was your run?" inquired Uncle Edward as he opened the door and let 
Ashley into the warm house.  Inside, the air felt distinctly warm to Ashley after 
the sharp crispness of the outside air.  She was still panting softly, catching her 
breath.  She responded,  
 
"It was lovely!  I ran down the lane like you said to.  There were ducks in the little 
pond there!  The morning is really pretty." 
 
"Good, good girl!" encouraged Edward, letting her into the house.  Ashley panted 
and caught her breath.   She peeled off her large sweatshirt, and Edward 
discretely observed her breasts heaving under the tank top as she pulled the outer 
layer over her head. 
 
"Now," Edward said, "to continue your morning exercises, I want you to go 
upstairs to the recreation room.  There I will direct you in some additional 
calisthenics!"  Ashley wasn't displeased to hear this.  She had admired the rec 
room with its wall of mirrors, and reveled equally in the strength and grace of her 
well trained body, as well as in the sight of herself exercising and dancing.  She 
smiled, "Can I get a glass of water first, Uncle?" 
 
"Of course, Ash," responded her Uncle, "in fact get a glass of grapefruit juice from 
the icebox, and bring me one as well, please.  If you would bring a croissant for 
me, and put it on a plate and bring it upstairs, I think I'll take a bit of early 
breakfast too!  Bring cups and a pot of coffee." 
 
Ashley headed for the kitchen, which was light but somewhat smaller than Ashley 
would have expected for a house the size of her Uncle's.  Like most European 
kitchens, it had elegant, but compact, appliances.  The refrigerator and the stove, 
while modern and extremely stylish, were smaller than the ones that Ashley had 
at her own parent's house.  Opening the refrigerator, Ashley found a small box of 
grapefruit juice.  She found two glasses in the pantry, and filled them, then took a 
croissant from the basket of them which had been delivered from the bakery that 
morning and put this on a flowered ceramic platter for her uncle.  She took a 
sophisticated, square serving tray, with a honey-colored wooden border and 
wicker surface, from a shelf by the pantry, and placed the little platter on it.  Next 
to this she placed a plate holding a rough morsel of fresh cream butter, and a 
small crock of raspberry jam.   
 
She opened a number of drawers until finding one containing silverware, and 
placed a serviette on the tray, covering this with one of her Uncle's large- 
proportioned, heavy, silver-plated Sheffield knives.  Now all that was needed, she 
thought, to complete the pretty breakfast tray, was a flower.  She looked around 
and saw a small bud vase on the shelf.   She quickly retrieved a small ornamental 
rose from the bush just outside the door leading to the garden from the kitchen, 
and put it in the small vase. 
 
Balancing the tray, she headed up the stairs to the rec room where her Uncle 
awaited. 
 
Edward had arranged a chair so he could comfortably supervise his nieces' 
exercises, and was patiently waiting for the girl.   Although not partial to popular 
music, Edward put on the stereo a compact disc by Brittney Spears, playing it 
initially at low volume, to inspire his young niece's efforts.  He watched her as she 
came into the room, balancing the tray with his breakfast charmingly.  He smiled 
at her, "That is lovely, Ashley, thank you!"  He stood and took the tray from her, 
and placed it on the low desk at the side of the room.  He sat down on the foldable 
chair he'd placed by the desk and sipped the juice, looking at his niece who stood 
before him expectantly.  
 
Ashley was wearing white sneakers, short white socks, black tights in a dun finish 
covered her legs, delineating them perfectly.  Around her waist, she had tied her 
sweatshirt, as girls commonly do when wearing tights that would otherwise fail to 
conceal the shape of their bottoms.  A good 8 inches of bare midriff showed below 
Ashley's pink halter, which was designed to tightly contain her large breasts.   
 
"Now Ashley," said Edward, "let's just get you warmed up again a little bit, as 
you've had a chance to cool from your running.  Hand me the sweater.  Nothing 
should be allowed to interrupt the clean lines of a dancer or impede her 
movements."  
 
Ashley handed Edward her sweater, untying it from around her waist.  Edward 
observed his niece's nicely shapely, flat tummy coming into view, and walked 
around her.  Her proud rump stretched the dun black material of her tights 
nicely.    
 
"Touch your toes, Ashley," encouraged Edward, turning up the music slightly to 
get the girl moving of her own volition.  "Up, down, up, down!"   
 
Edward positioned himself behind his niece and watched her body bend itself 
down towards her feet, her hands flattened and pointed like a diver entering the 
water, as she thrust her upper torso down towards the floor repeatedly. 
 
"Slow and deliberate Ashley, don't hurry" 
 
Ashley bent at the waist, pushing her backside out towards her observant uncle, 
who carefully watched the tightening of the muscles of her rear and the backs of 
her thighs.  As she reached down and touched her toes, Edward stepped up to her 
and placed his hand on her head, grasping the girl by a handful of dark hair.  
Softly, he pressed her head down towards the ground.  "Deeper, try to go deeper, 
Ash!" he intoned.  To help stabilize her, he casually palmed her right bottom 
cheek.   
 
"That's good, hold that position!  One, two,..." Edward counted.  With each slow 
count, he, almost as an afterthought to help his niece keep a steady beat, gave her 
bottom cheek a firm little slap, not so hard as a spank, nor so soft as a caress, but 
with the character of both.   
 
"Three... smack... four... smack... five... smack... UP!"  Ashley straightened.   
 
"Hands above your head," instructed her Uncle, "and down again!"  Again, Ashley 
bent at the waist and reached for her toes.  The movement obliged her to push 
her bottom into the palm cupping it, and the smacking of her bottom cheek and 
the counting resumed. 
 
"One... smack... Two... smack..." Edward felt his niece's assaulted bottom muscles 
ripple from the effort and stimulation.  He pushed down on her head, using his 
proprietary grip on the girl's hair for purchase.  "The stimulation of your bottom 
muscles," he explained taking a moment to illustrate his point by gently kneading 
each of the halves of the girl's outthrust arse, "helps you to concentrate on 
achieving the correct form, and stretching these muscles evenly." 
 
"Three... smack... Four... smack... Five... smack... Up!"   
 
By now, the girl's bottom had begun the occasional involuntary writhing to which 
Edward referred as "bottom dancing."  A girl's arse started  the "bottom dance," 
he had observed, when the combination of stimulation and humiliation made her 
muscles react to the contrary desire to perform a controlled muscular task, while 
also trying to get away from the violation of her private parts by a marauding 
hand or other instrument.  These conflicting goals resulted in deep spasms and 
involuntary twitches in a girl's flesh, be it buttocks, breast, thighs, or any other 
fleshy part of her body.  
 
Under her tights, the lines of a pair of classic, full-reared panties showed clearly.  
Edward made a mental note of this.  Soon, he smiled to himself, the presence of 
her modest panties would be the reason for testing that very modesty.  Similarly, 
Edward observed to himself, the jogging bra top Ashley wore was far too sturdy a 
construction for his taste, as it foiled his ability to see her breasts respond 
naturally to their displacement as she moved.  Its lack of transparency was also a 
fault, in his expert opinion. 
 
"Ashley," pondered her Uncle, as he held the girl's thinly covered rump, "I don't 
think you're quite getting the level of energy which I expect from you."  
 
"Your energy must come from your middle, your center..." he moved his other 
palm to rest on the girl's belly, just below her navel, and caressed her there.   
 
"Perhaps these constraining clothes prevent you from moving as freely as you 
ought!  
 
"Go into the bathroom, where you will find some gymnastics apparel which I 
think will work better." 
 
The girl let her arms fall, and moved towards the half-bath at the rear of the large 
room.  In the mirror, her worried reflection looked back at her.  She closed the 
door of the small room which contained a sink, a small table and a toilet.  The 
sink was a lovely, russet-flecked, yellow marble, and Ashley looked at her 
reflection in the large gilt framed mirror above it.  She gleamed with perspiration. 
 
Looking around, she found a thick towel folded on the table.  On it was a small 
purple box with a white ribbon.   A card which had been slipped into the ribbon 
bore her name in large calligraphy.   She slipped the ribbon off the box, and 
opened the box.  Parting the tissue paper inside it, she pulled out two matched 
pieces of clothing.  This was what she was to change into!  Both items were made 
of a delicate pearly white, flouncy,  material.  The material when Ashley placed 
her hand behind it was opaque, but didn't block the light behind her hand.  It was 
almost like a rich gauze.   From the feel she could tell it was finely worked silk.   
 
The two-piece outfit was fluid, with no support or stiffness to it.   The borders 
below the breasts and at the waist were edged in gold.  Under the outfit, the box 
also contained a gossamer pair of panties, made in a matching, but even more 
delicate material.   These were like a cloud, soft and almost transparent.  The rear 
of the panties was not a thong, but was abbreviated, so that when Ashley pulled it 
onto her hips, her bottom was covered only in the center, leaving an even sized 
portion of flesh all around the backside of the panty. 
 
She pulled the tap pants over the panties, and finally cast off her stiff jogging bra, 
and dropped the flimsy top down over her head.  It seemed to float into place, 
and she arranged the cloth over her breasts.  Her breasts were totally 
unsupported in this top.  Her nipples darkened the material slightly, and the lines 
of her breasts as they shifted under the material were barely concealed. 
 
She looked at herself in the mirror.   The exquisite material made her into a Greek 
goddess of the boudoir.  It was only with extreme reluctance that Ashley cracked 
open the bathroom door and shuffled out of the room.   
 
Waiting for her having a cup of coffee with her Uncle, was her cousin Ralph.  He 
was very well dressed in cream linen pants and a white shirt which showed his 
golden tan to advantage.   Ashley blushed at his presence.  She wanted to impress 
him.  She was unaware of it, but much of the chagrin she felt at wearing the 
revealing and beautiful outfit transformed into an eagerness to have Ralph see 
her in it.   
 
"Good morning, cousin!" intoned Ralph enthusiastically, coming over and giving 
her a friendly kiss on the cheek.  Ashley smiled and said, "Hi!" 
 
"I hope you don't mind, Uncle has asked me to sit in on your morning exercise," 
he continued. 
 
"Ok." Ashley's response was demure and somewhat frightened.  She saw Ralph's 
ubiquitous camera on the table next to the breakfast.  She shuddered imagining 
the embarrassing images of her that she feared would shortly be captured there. 
 
"Now, Ashley," said her Uncle, once again raising the volume of the music, "show 
us some of your dance moves."  
 
The next ten minutes or so were the most enjoyable time Ashley spent that 
morning.  As the two men watched, sipped coffee, and Ralph took pictures, the 
barefoot girl in her diaphanacious top and shorts, danced vigorously and 
alluringly to the pop music on the stereo.   
 
Losing herself in the music, closing her eyes and feeling the beat, Ashley almost 
forgot where she was, and swayed and jumped, twirled and lunged to the heated 
beat.  The men watched her carefully, observing the free and carnal moves of her 
pendulous breasts under their thin covering, her naked thighs stretching and 
tensing as she danced.  The gyrations of her full bottom were enhanced by the 
floating pearly material and the flashing sparkle of the bands of gold decorating 
her trim waist and the swaying curve below her breasts. 
 
Too soon for Ashley, the third song ended, and her Uncle turned down the music.  
She stood waiting nervously, panting, her outfit sticking to her damply in places, 
as her Uncle strolled towards her.   
 
"Wonderful, Ashley," he exclaimed, smiling.  "You are a marvelous and talented 
dancer.  We must do everything possible to encourage and nurture this talent of 
yours!" 
 
"Now, let's continue with some calisthenics.    
 
"Ralph, please bring over one of the mats.  Ashley, lie down on your back.  I want 
to see some sit-ups." 
 
Ashley lay down on the mat, and while the men watched, repeatedly pulled 
herself up, her arms locked behind her head, to a sitting position, and then let 
herself back down.  Each time she did this, her breasts heaved and swayed under 
her loose top.  The muscles in the front of her thighs strained visibly.  Ralph 
photographed her, getting multiple close-ups of her breasts shifting under the 
gossamer top and her thighs straining to lift her to a seated position. 
 
"Now, Ashley, please, turn around.  Get down on your hands and knees.  I want 
you to do twenty push ups.  I know that standard push-ups, with your body 
suspended between your arms and your feet, will be difficult for you, given your 
slender arms and large chest.  Instead, I want you to keep your knees on the mat, 
and push up with your arms.  Let yourself down onto the mat, but do NOT let 
your full weight rest between push-ups.  Understood?  Now, please commence!" 
 
Ashley took a breath and placing her hands some inches further forwards on the 
mat, lowered herself towards it.   Her breasts came to rest on the mat first, 
relieving her of some of the weight, and she continued the dip, raising her chin.  
The sun shone into the room and danced off the mirrors.  She strained upwards, 
pushing her hands into the softness of the gym mat, and raising her shoulders.   
Her thighs pushed forwards.  Her knees pushed against one another, sinking into 
the mat.   
 
Again, she dipped her upper torso, relaxing her thighs.   This wasn't so hard!  She 
could do quite a number of these, she thought.  In response to her Uncle's 
command, she shifted each knee outwards a bit.  The slow cadence of her dips as 
her Uncle counted them out was relaxing.  Her body dipped and strained, fell and 
rose, in time to her Uncle's leisurely count. 
 
Edward and Ralph observed the young girl diligently performing exercises as 
commanded.  The swell and strain of her haunches shifted and swayed the brief 
white cloth of her tap pants.  Her parted legs allowed their gazes to travel into the 
gaps which opened and closed as the cloth of her shorts swayed against her 
buttocks and upper thighs, affording rhythmic glimpses of the gold trimmed 
crotch of her panties.  Her long bare thighs, smooth calves and pretty feet were 
also scrutinized languidly by the two voyeurs.  Ralph took photograph after 
photograph of his cousin's well delineated rear, under its thin covering of 
material, as well as series of photos taken from between the girl's legs, showing 
the lower curve her breasts naked and hanging free framed by the darkness of her 
crotch under her panties. 
 
"Ashley, put less of your weight down on the mat when you descend," corrected 
her Uncle.  She attempted to obey, trying to limit the dip of her torso as she 
lowered herself towards the mat. 
 
"Ralph," said her Uncle, as she tired, "could you help Ashley, please?   Sit in front 
of her, and let her dip down into your hands, then encourage her to hold herself 
off the mat and start the next push-up by providing some support and 
resistance." 
 
The young man, sat casually in front of his cousin, and placed his hands under 
her body on the mat.  As she lowered herself towards the ground, Ashley couldn't 
avoid delivering her breasts gently into her cousin's palms.  She felt his palms cup 
her though the gossamer material, and press into her soft titties.   Her nipples 
responded, hardening and poking themselves firmly into his hands.   
 
As she dipped, her cousin's hand's pressure on her breasts mounted, as he helped 
her to raise herself into the next push-up, mashing her breasts towards her chest.   
This did make it easier for Ashley to continue her push-ups, as Ralph's grip on 
her bosom took some of the weight from her tiring arms.  She repeated this a few 
more times, but started to fall behind her Uncle's count as her arms really tired. 
 
Standing at the wall, Edward opened a drawer and pulled from it a section of 
leather belting, about 4 inches wide and a foot and a half long.  He walked 
towards the exercising girl. 
 
"Good girl, Ashley, the last ones are most important!  Just five more!"  Ashley 
strained. 
 
As she struggled to start another dip, Edward slid his left hand up both her rear 
thighs, gathering up the loose material of his niece's shorts, and pulling it up over 
her outthrust, hard-working bottom.  He half uncovered her rear quickly in this 
way, leaving her bottom bare from her thighs to the middle of each plump cheek, 
from where it the full globes were more decorated than covered by the 
abbreviated, gauzy white panties she was wearing.    
 
"One!" he barked, and aimed a casual swipe of the belt across the tensioned 
naked lower curves of his nieces quivering backside.  A loud  
 
SNAP... 
 
rang out.  Ashley, pitched forwards, sinking her breasts fully into Ralph's 
grasping hands.   Ralph worked his palms to place his cousin's hardened tit tips 
between the side of his thumb and index fingers, and pinched the twin nubbins 
firmly.   He pushed back on her imprisoned tits, and Ashley managed to push 
herself back up onto her arms and haunches. 
 
"More pressure," intoned her Uncle, "Ashley needs more assistance to raise 
herself, as she's tired Ralph.  Here, let's raise the incentive..."  He grasped the 
material at the lower edge of her top and pulled up, stripping it off her hanging 
breasts.   The hardened nipples crowning her naked breasts pointed down at the 
mat.  "Down, Ashley!"  Her weakened arms, locked at the elbows, trembled and 
balked.  Edward nodded and said, "Ralph, help your cousin: pull!"   
 
Obligingly, Ralph grasped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and 
slowly stretched it down towards the mat.  Ashley's breast elongated itself and 
that side of her body leaned down towards the mat.  As her breast became 
stretched and conical, the girl's arms released and she fell forwards towards the 
mat.  Her cousin caught her breasts and torso in his strong hands. 
 
"Up!" commanded her Uncle.  She didn't move.  Edward grabbed the waist of her 
shorts and pulled them down, bunching the soft material at her upper thighs.  He 
aimed the belt across her bunched nates.  SNAP!!! The leather smacked into the 
girl's quivering buttocks, and Ralph pushed her back up, aiding her weak efforts. 
 
"Down!" Again, Ralph grasped the opposite nipple, twirled it and pulled.  Ashley 
moaned and again fell forward slowly.  Edward strapped the girl again, watching 
the flesh of her bottom ripple and receive the warm red imprint of the leather.  
The flush stripe on one cheek disappeared under her brief panties only to re-
emerge on the other tender cheek. 
 
"Three more..." Ralph helped Ashley to push herself back up.  This time he only 
needed to hold her nipples comfortably in his grasp.  She didn't wait for him to 
pull her boobs forward before flopping onto his hands again.  
 
As she lay on the mat, she struggled to rise before she could be spanked again, 
but even with the pressure on her breasts from Ralph's "help" she was unable to 
rise quickly.  She felt her Uncle grasp her panties, and slowly, almost tenderly, 
lower them off her bottom.   She felt the heat in her totally naked bottom as the 
men watched her struggle to raise it.   The leather came down on her, wrapping 
each naked buttock in a strong stinging sensation which Ashley could feel deep in 
her bottom and between her legs. 
 
Her Uncle grasped her naked hips and pulled his niece's hips and bottom towards 
himself. 
 
"Perhaps we oughtn't to ask too much of Ashley so quickly," he said, "she looks 
very tired." 
 
"Let's move to the next exercise which will require much less effort on your part 
Ashley.  Please stand up!" 
 
Edward walked back towards the wall, and placed the leather belt back in the 
drawer, closing it.  He then turned up the music on the stereo slightly, and turned 
back towards Ashley who was raising herself onto her knees and standing up.  
She looked at him, tears in her eyes.  Next to her, Ralph, helped her to stand, and 
petted her hair.   
 
"You did wonderfully, little one..." he whispered.  A warm sensation suffused her 
breast in response to her handsome cousin's encouragement.  The hand he placed 
casually on one naked and well strapped bottom cheek, felt supportive and 
friendly. 
 
"Lastly, Ashley, we would like to see some bottom dancing."  Come over here and 
lay yourself down over my lap.  The girl shuffled over towards her Uncle, 
hindered by the loose tap pants and taut panties binding her naked thighs.  He 
patted his leg, and she lowered herself to her knees and draped her torso over his 
leg.   
 
"Up girl, further onto my lap," said her Uncle, accompanying this with a brief 
smack to her backside to encourage her.  She hiked herself up so she lay over her 
Uncle.  His hand grasped her panties and shorts and lowered them to mid thigh, 
then he forced open her legs as much as possible, so Ashley's right leg lay on the 
outside of one of his knees, held up by the cloth at her thighs. 
 
She stayed quietly in this position, while Ralph took a few pictures of her, and her 
Uncle smoothed and caressed her strapped bottom absent-mindedly.  Ralph then 
came over and sat near her head on a cushion.  He whispered, "Be a good girl, 
Ashley, and do a good bottom dance for us!" 
 
He pulled her top up towards her face, again baring her breasts, and began softly 
caressing the full, downward hanging, globes.  She watched her cousin's fingers 
prod and press her titties.  His palms brushed her nipples softly, sending electric 
thrills through her.   A couple of good tugs on the nipples, caused her to start 
shifting around on her uncle's lap.    
 
She felt her Uncle's hand start to knead her bottom, which of its own volition 
began writhing.   He spanked each cheek sharply, and Ralph squeezed each full 
naked breast in turn.  Her bottom spasmed in time to the music and with the 
encouragement of the ravaging hands on her breasts, and the slaps on her 
posterior, Ashley's bottom was soon jiggling and bouncing on her uncle's lap in 
time to the music.  
 
Edward monitored closely his niece's distress as her bottom wiggled on his lap.  
From his viewpoint, he could easily observe the effect of this activity on the young 
girl's pussy, which lay accessible over his leg.  He dearly would have liked to tug 
on Ashley's slick nether lips, but wanted to introduce each degradation to the girl 
slowly.  
 
The boy instead caressed the young girl's hair and face, murmuring to her, 
 
"Good girl, Ashley, move your pretty little bottom.  Such a good bottom dancer 
you are!  Perhaps Uncle will let me give you some private lessons.  Would you like 
that? To have your bottom draped over my lap?    
 
Ralph moved his lips towards his cousin's hair, and placing them on the soft, 
curved shell of her ear, murmured into it as his father smacked her jiggling rear 
end repeatedly, "I would like that, little Ashley.  I'd like to have your plump 
bottom dancing on my lap in time to my spanking it.  Your little bare pussy over 
my crotch would give me a nice hard on, and I would spank you and spank you so 
you were rubbing your clit on me harder and harder and I'd watch you come like 
you did for me before..." 
 
"Unnhhh...", Ashley murmured, the boys description humiliating her but turning 
her on, an effect helped along by his fingertips working on her hardened nipples. 
 
Abruptly, Edward stopped his punishing hand, and ordered Ashley to stand.  She 
slowly righted herself, with some difficulty, and stood before the two men, her tap 
pants and panties at mid-thigh, and her shirt askew and draped over one breast, 
leaving the other bare. 
 
"Ashley," intoned her Uncle, "that was a good start.  Now please go prepare 
yourself for luncheon, which you will be serving in an hour. We will be having a 
few of my friends over for dinner, and I want to introduce you.  Please remember 
that you must be on your best behaviour today, and I don't want any repeats of 
the slovenly attitude you've shown a propensity for.   
 
"In your closet you will find appropriate attire for serving us luncheon.  Please 
put your current exercise gear away, clean yourself up, and present yourself in 45 
minutes wearing the full uniform in your second drawer, including all the 
suitable undergarments, do you understand?" 
 
"Yes, sir..." whispered the girl, pulling up her panties and pants,  and covering 
herself, before quickly exiting the room, the two men watching her with barely 
suppressed smiles of self-satisfaction as she meekly left the room,