The panties didn't smell bad, they smelled strong of her perfume and body wash which surprisd me. I licked the crotch of the panty, over and over agai... and dreamed of tasting her, of her finding out I was doing this, I licked them clean, and rubbed them over my erect cock being careful not to cum, but unable to stop from staining them with my precum.I put them over my face, laid on my bed, and jackedd off and came in and in an instant. Hard, very thick and hard. I came with her panties, crotch,. Right now they were heading for her master’s home…... Robert Cameron James was a very rich powerful older man who used his power and sexual prowess to gain control over younger women. He had no regards for any of the women the only thing he truly loved were his a****ls and then mostly his dogs, he used women for his depravity, shaming and humiliating them treating them like pieces of meat. He was proud he could get these women to fulfil even his most depraved demands. Ruth had become one of his. But it’s wrong, so very wrong. It must never be. I’m getting married to a wonderful man. I hate myself for feeling this way. I’m guilt ridden over wanting to betray my husband to be, and I feel guilt over not being able to give myself to you. I want you to know how wonderful I felt when I was near you. “Is that all, Estefania?” I coldly asked her. “Yes, that’s all. Please don’t hate me, Gil. Please tell me you forgive me. I need to know that I have your forgiveness,” she sobbed. I ignored. The artist admired her perfect body, the taut, pearly skin of her back, the straining, twitching muscles underneath. A few strokes of paint found their way on the canvas.The hum started again. It always started out so faintly that he could barely hear it. But it got more pronounced quickly, buzzing like an angry hornet. He smiled, thinking about the sounds that would soon follow; the desperate, unintelligible moans from under the gag; the jerky twitching of her thighs; the frenetic humping of.