I took a shower before my family left, don't want to get my last set of underwear dirty. I then retrieved the set of underwear from my secret stash. T...e sports bra was tight and I struggled into them. The cotton panties were so comfortable, I wish I could wear them everyday. Once my get up was complete I could feel my heart racing. The feeling of shame and excitement was the same as the first day I decided to violate my mother's privacy and defiled her bra and panties. Unlike the first day, my. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to. The best part was when you bent over to swish the last of the water to the drain and I got to view that beautiful growth of hair between your legs...I look forward to seeing that!” “I will let you in on a secret...myself and my sisters have pretty good patches down there, mine the most...I even asked MY mother when it started to get thick if I could thin it out...she said no, you leave what you were given alone, some man will appreciate it someday.” “How long did you watch me?” She asked.. I also told her I would untie her in just a few moments. She begged me to remove the spreader bar and in a moment of pity I did. I knew she had not experienced that kind of stress before so I gave her some relief. I told her I had to say goodbye to my other guest and that I would untie her wrists after she was gone. I left her staring at the office building in her post orgasmic glow and headed in to give Jeannie her final instructions. Jeannie had removed the strap-on and was getting dressed. I.