I felt a little giddy, like a kid on Christmas morning. When I pulled the netting back, the large basket was full of bottles, tubes, boxes, and bags. ... didn’t even know where to start! So, Russell grabbed a bag and said, “let’s start here.” I opened the drawstring and took out several pairs of silk panties in gorgeous jewel-tone colors. “These are crotchless panties for when you are playing online or in person. You will have easy access.” The next bag held three pairs of silk stockings with. The third day in that old motel we were sitting on our mattresses and talking, and Ted changed the topic to sex. He said, “Man, I have been away from my wife for three days now, and I’m really getting horny. No offense, Bolivar, but I had hoped to be fucking some nice, plump Mexican pussy by now. But I can’t very well get any cunt being sequestered like this. How do you guys feel about this? Aren’t you getting a little horny too?”Bolivar was the next to speak and said, “I agree, Ted. I’m used. She sputtered and started waking up. Her eyes opened and John asked, ‘Are you OK?’ Martha looked at John and said, ‘I didn’t think he’d do it.’ Her voice was a whisper. Sandy was holding the letter in her hands and said, ‘The pastor, her husband, has charged her with adultery in a church court. She is likely to be branded an adulteress, if found guilty. The hearing is next week in Lincoln.’ ‘If my Dad hears about this it will kill him.’ Martha said. She had John help her up off the floor. He. In and out a couple of times, then all the way out and then back in with two fingers this time, pulling me apart with passion. Then it was up to the waistband of my panties, sliding them down over my soft thighs, down over my knees, and eventually over my sandals and onto the floor of the car, before his avaricious hand shot back up my body and back to my cunt, playing with my wet bald pussy. Soon, he sat back in his seat, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, lifted his ass up, and pushed his.