"Here you go," my wife said, taking something from between the sofacushions.I recognized it immediately as one of the pairs of panties I hadpurchased.... It had been so embarrassing to buy those, especially whilespeaking softly and keeping my wrists limp. I was sure the youngcashier knew they were for me, though she probably imagined that I woulddon them willingly. Instead, after Marielle tossed them to me, I had tostand there with my face burning from shame as I stepped into them andworked. "Here we are," Anya said with a little edge in her voice after they'd gone down two more levels. She stopped in front of one of the long row of marked partitions that were a uniform three feet wide and floor-to-ceiling in this area.Opening her storage unit was simplicity itself. She placed a hand on a well marked plate and pushed. The plate glowed briefly and was followed by a mellifluous female voice, obviously synthetic."Please state your name and access code." Anya Keeler," Anya answered in. A little bit later we got up and both hopped into the shower together. We washed each others bodies slowly and teasingly but making sure Jessica puss was clean for later. We soon got out and dried ourselves then got dressed before going to the kitchen to make ourselves breakfast. We ate and then chilled watch a movie together, holding each other and exchanged plenty of soft passionate kisses until the movie ended. It was a little pass midday when I took Jessica's hand and escorted her to her. I didn't want to turn away from the view but what seemed like a nude blonde was trying to get my attention and that's hard to ignore too.I turned around and there she stood. Five feet eight, with a truly beautiful face that was only slightly below my face. Her breasts were nicely firm C cups that had perky nipples standing out at me. What caught my attention though was the strap-on fitted around her waist and the blue jelly dildo sticking eight inches out of it. She had it held in her left hand.