. Fuck your ass ... Slut ... Ugh! Fuck your cock ... You whore ... Wendy ... Ugh!"It might have been kind of funny, except those were my panties he wa... licking and that was my name he was saying. It was disgusting and I felt kinda sick to my stomach. It was just a game before, when I didn't have to see it. Knowing what he did behind locked doors and watching him do it were two different things and I guess I kinda lost it."You pig!" I screamed and Mike froze, like just stopped completely,. "You're gorgeous. You know that, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hands towards her backside. "Thank you," she whispered, bringing her hand up so that she could take his tie off. "I love the color of you skin," he continued as she removed his tie and dropped it to the floor. "I especially love the way it contrasts with my own." I do too," she answered in a genuine tone, looking down at his hands that had disappeared in her robe. She looked back up into his eyes then leaned forward to give him. Her hands instead moved to the skirt which fell to the floor. Without bra and panties she stood naked except for the stockings and heels. In her mind she could hear, "You're wet, aren't you?" Catherine looked into the mirror and saw her labial lips brighten and puff with excitement. Again Rhonda's voice came to her. "Good, then don't keep me waiting any longer, slip your hand under your skirt and bring yourself off."Amazed that even the thoughts of her lunch with Rhonda could wrestle control. "What are these, babe?" "Um. Well. Err," I stammered, "You see, Molly, sometimes I like to wear those." I scanned her face trying to gauge any sort of reaction. My mind raced to thoughts of her throwing the box in my face, breaking up with me, and storming out of my life. The seconds seemed like hours. Then, the strangest thing happened. She gave me the most knowing, sly smile. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, "That very first time we met when you rang up my panties and were shaking so bad, I knew.