He bought a stick ofdeodorant that was obviously for women, a few more pairs of panties, acheap tube of the brightest red lipstick he could find, and ... cute yellownightie. As soon as he saw the nightie while he was working he couldn'tbelieve he didn't already sleep in one. It just made sense to him. Hechanged out of his work clothes and into a cute outfit, making sure toput on some of his new deodorant. He watched some television, had dinner,and thought about loading up a video on his computer. I held her injured arm while I helped her take the other arm out then between us, we got the sweater completely off.This was the first time I’d had a chance to get a good look at her. Jennifer looked to be 14 or 15 and had started to develop quite nicely. I did my best to not stare as I put the splint on and put the arm in the new sling but I’m afraid I wasn’t completely successful. Jennifer was a very attractive young lady. “Okay, that’s the best I can do for you right now. I’m going to get. As I pondered this obsession, I moved my hands over my body. In fact, both mind and hands wandered. I gently massaged one breast while using my other hand to pinch and roll the other nipple. After a few minutes of nipple play, my body was alight and ready for more. Reaching over to my toy shelf, I grabbed my favorite glass dildo. Sliding it down my body, I instantly found that magic spot, my very sensitive and swollen clit. My dildo began to do its work. I moved my hands faster and I rolled my. As a result she's hog-tied on the floor of her cell with a mouthfulof panties, her elbows cinched together and a serious headache. When our friends,the suits, come back to collect her, they accuse us of playing with their toys!Turns out she's some private eye that had been getting in their way and theknife was a folding piece she had hidden in the waist band of her skirt. Now of course, this is all our fault isn't it? It's always down to us. Blamethe goons. Never mind that our friendly pick up.