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"Whoa, what's this?" exclaimed Gary to himself as he was sorting the laundry for washing. He had retired early from his management position and had taken on the duties of "house husband" to fill his time. For the past month he had faithfully done the wash, including folding and delivering it to the various rooms of the members of the family. Until this load, the only non-white cotton undies had been his partner's, who tended toward the colorful, but sensible cottons and occasional silks. Now staring him in the face were several pairs of thong bikini panties.

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You enter the room, and there she is, standing by the desk, her back to you. She is wearing a simple white top and a silky black skirt that barely reaches mid thigh. You approach silently, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You reach out, pressing her down with one hand at the small of her back. Without a sound, she complies, bending forward, placing her hands on the desk. The position forces her short skirt even higher.

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