Frederick's inquisitive eyes fell upon them each in turn as the dares were started and less clothing covered their bodies.  Fred still had on his button-down business shirt but nothing else, save for his gold watch and cufflinks.  As Vicki and Beth were stripped and the clothing discard pile grew into a small mountain, Fred had trouble focusing on anything but the two gorgeous women in front of him.  He could see the burning desire building, the unspoken lust, between the other three, only to be echoed in his own hazy mind.<br/><br/>Lust ruled over each of them and kept them connected, powering and guiding their actions as the game turned more risky, more uninhibited, and the possibilities grew.<br/><br/>That was until the game took a silly twist and George was forced to don the undergarments of one of the other players.  The laughter that escaped Frederick's lips was loud and boisterous, the tension snapping away like an overstretched rubber band.<br/><br/>"Oh, to see you in Beth's basque would certainly make my night!"