"Oh!" she screeched suddenly.

The boys had come up on her silently, and one of them had flipped her skirt up before she knew they were there. As her face burned with embarrassment, Lynn fought to shove her skirt down.

"Oh, fancy panties, stepmother dear," Billy said. "Real fancy, wouldn't you say, Tony?"

"Yeah, all lace and nothing else."

"Don't, please," Lynn begged, yet trying to sound firm, but failing miserably. "Haven't you done enough for one day?"

"Naw," Billy said. "We're just getting started, Lynn. Don't you wanna play with us? You're supposed to make us happy, aren't you? Mothers always make their boys and girls happy if they're real mothers."

Lynn, still facing the washing machine, closed her eyes tightly, tears already starting to sting them. She had her hands balled into tight fists, resting on the lid of the machine.

Suddenly she felt a rope being placed around her right wrist, jerking her hand back. The rope was secured, then lifted up and tied to a wall hook above the washing machine. Her left hand was tied the same way. She struggled against the ropes, then she felt her skirt being lifted up from behind again, and now she had no defense against it.

"We just wanna see your fancy panties, Lynn," Billy said, "They sure are the prettiest panties I've ever seen."

"I wanna feel them," Tony said.

"Don't!" Lynn groaned. "Don't touch me, please!"

She kicked her feet around in an attempt to keep them away.

"Tie her fucking feet!" Tony said. "She's gonna kick one of us in the fucking balls."