She’d suddenly had a vision of wearing them—washed, of course (or maybe just as they were!)--beneath her clothing while she worked at the store, k...owing they were there, and how they’d gotten that way. If they’d stay up, and not suddenly fall around her ankles while she was waiting on someone. Oops! Excuse me, Mrs. Desmond, but you know how it is... My boyfriend slit them open with a knife while he had me tied to a hay bale. Or maybe she’d surprise Peter with them some time—get all made up. With a scream tears began to fall, her head shaking now with the pain, her darkness complete as she waited for the next stroke. It arrived with a crack, quickly followed by the next two cuts, by now she was crying and screaming alternately and uncontrollably, her body a field of fire and pain. Edward motioned the other men forward to watch him attach the first three peg`s, one on either pubic lip and the third on her clitoris, the pain for the hung girl was out of this world. Peter caught. That was something new. The panties that she picked out were now G-string panties they had even less material than a thong, if that was possible. Then she picked out a sexy pair of nylons and a sexy garter belt to match her panties. I suggested that she get the matching bra even if she wasn’t going to wear it with her new dress. I was surprised when she picked up a 32-C. I had no idea that she needed bigger bras already let alone a C-cup so I let her buy four more. Then it came to a pair of. My x didn't show up, which was nothing unexpected. I knew he wouldn't show up. I decided to fly solo on this one, not expecting to hook up with anyone, mmmm, how wrong I was. My friend introduced me to a banker. A very wealthy banker, who I was attracted to straight away. Phil was tall, with thick short dark hair. We talked, danced, towards the end of the night we kissed. Mm, like I said, I wasn't expecting to hook up with anyone. Phil invited me back to his place. At first I sort of declined,.