My mother normally did the laundry at home and her bras and panties were always hung in my parents' bathroom, away from prying eyes. Thus before this,...I had never even seen a glimpse of what they looked like. Many times, mom had tried to persuade me to do the laundry at home, but I had refused because I was too lazy. It almost seems fated, the day I smelt my first pair of panties. My parents were going to their friend's house for dinner and my sister was sleeping over at her classmate's house.. The next morning as they checked out a friendly looking man approached them. "Mister Morgan? I am Warren Appleby, the manager of this hotel. I read the report about last evening's incident and wish to extend our apologies." He extended his hand.Jesse shook it and admitted, a sheepish look on his face, "I have already been told I sound like a bull moose." He nodded and carried their bags to the car. Marie followed behind, not saying a word. Her face burned with embarrassment."I have never been. Ariel didn’t say anything else; she asked no questions yet because this wasn’t a time for talking. Instead, she rushed to the bed and entered Kelly’s waiting arms, the two best friends embraced for what seemed like hours. * * * * After a while, Kelly wiped her tears away and suggested the sit in the living room with a glass of wine or two, (or three.) Ariel got the drinks and set them on the coffee table and the two friends sat together and talked. “What an absolute fucking bitch,” said. As the water from my eyes stopped now that the forcefulness was over, all I could remember is what I was told online when agreeing to terms:“Its all or nothing. If you change your mind half way through the men that want to fuck, the others will speak out and grass. Its all or nothing. All, or nothing!”I knew this was just the start, and I knew now there was only one way forward.As the guard led the man out the room as he still tried to put his top on, I heard the door click shut.‘Click’As I.