The suspenders are long, shirred with white silk, and she clips two of them to his stockings, one at the front and one at the side of each leg. He can’t prevent the shameful change that is happening in his genitals, because being attended to by Sinead Murray, kneeling at his feet with her face on line with his cock, simply makes it stiffen and grow in front of her smiling eyes.
“Put him into his panties,” orders Miss Tavistock, and Melvyn aches at the indignity of having the girl draw the almost sheer panties up his stockings, until she has to pull the waist elastic out over his erecting cock to make it reach his waist. She fusses the waist a bit to get the point in the gusset to stick out more or less in the middle for his mother to see.