"No!" Scarlette squealed. "You have to wait for that."

She slipped off his thighs and paraded around again.

Imogene looked around desperately for a door. But it was too dark, and there was nothing to be seen.

Adam waked onto the stage, a thin cane in his hand. "Silence, girls, and come here."

Instantly Lana and Scarlette jumped and ran back giggling. They stood close to him, still giggling and staring at the cane.

"Your reports are very bad," Adam said, tossing some pieces of paper on the floor.

"Yes, sir," Lana replied, "but we can explain."

"Yes?" Adam ran the cane through his fingers.

"Well, sir, we were too busy fucking the boys to work," Lana said, and there was a roar of laughter from the men.

"I thought so." Adam smiled. "You'll have to be punished hard for that."

The girls gasped, their faces getting flushed, their tits heaving with excitement.

"Take off your outer clothes."

The girls reached for the top buttons of their white blouses. They slipped them open and went on to the next one, revealing the lacy tops of their bras.

"Scarlette!" Donna screamed. "Stop that! Get us out of here!"

"Oh, hi, Mom," Scarlette said with a grin, undoing the next button of her blouse and peeling it away from her lovely tits. "Honestly, Mom, you shouldn't follow us in Imogene's car. It's red, isn't it, silly. We saw you."

She undid the belt of her skirt and started stepping out of it while Donna gave a scream.

Clark came up and rammed a gag into her mouth, strapping the bindings tight, pulling until Donna gave muffled gasps of pain.

Imogene bit her lip. For Lana was parading her body with the same delight as Scarlette had shown, showing her tits off as she eased her skirt down and stood in just her little slip and the bobby sox and shoes. She slid her hand over her panties again, showing her soft curves to the cheering men.