Theywould no longer be a sexually exciting item to wear. He would see themjust as clothes, because he would wear them so much that the eroticaspects w...uld be overwhelmed by the routine day to day actions ofeveryday life. To be honest, it seemed like an ideal solution, partlybecause it would give me an excuse to wear lingerie all the time. Jeaniewas a little skeptical, but was willing to try. We plunged in and I madea habit of wearing an unpadded bra, panties and occasionally pantyhoseeach day. Gracie could stand it no longer and yanked Jenny on to the table right down on to the bowl of whipped cream. Jenny came up with the cream sliding her dripping body and Gracie climbed on to the middle of the table.Jenny grabbed the cream with one hand and the strawberry mess with the other. Gracie grabbed the sloppy blueberry mess and the Maple Syrup with the other. The two girls knelt on top of the table facing each other. Two low wet moans echoed through the room and they kissed hard again. “Good morning, sir,” she said quietly. When anyone asked why she showed such respect when they all called him Mr Layton, Kitty would only smile and shrug. It was their secret.Watching his broad back as he walked toward his office, Kitty could not prevent dwelling on the past eleven months, starting with her interview by Linda Thorn, a rather severe, grey-haired, tight-lipped lady, who rather intimidated Kitty, and a man introduced as the managing director, a Mr Kane Layton. From him, Kitty had. It showed in their approach to the sex act. Lucy at least was understanding. She never barged in, she always called first.That is right up till the day she got a wild hair up her ass. She wanted to know who she was sharing me with. Even if we had broken it off, she most likely would have continued to stalk me. After all Lucy was family. I couldn’t just ignore her. Family is like that, at least mine was.Lori on the other hand stopped by when she could take a half hour of downtime. She didn’t.