"Did you ever use my panties?" I asked him. He couldn't meet my eye. "No." he replied quickly. "Well, not really." "What do you mean, not really? Did ...ou use my panties to jack off with or not?" "I tried," he admitted. "It just wasn't the same. I had to get yours from your drawer. I used the pink silky ones. It felt good, but the smell wasn't there." Again, I didn't know what to say. Thoughts were racing through my brain. All kinds of thoughts. Nasty thoughts. Kinky thoughts. I finally came. The 4” stilettos made my legs look much longer than they had a right to. “I believe you had something like this in mind,” I said in a low voice. My attention was drawn to the bulge in Henry’s pants and I struggled to suppress a grin. “Yes, this was definitely the right choice”. “Can I get you something to drink?” Marty asked. “Some white wine?” I looked down at her face; while she was shorter and heavier than I expected, her blue eyes were striking. I nodded and she left the room to go to what. Thick took pictures of Margret that night from Billy’s wallet and made note of the address. The next day Thick and a few of his thugs showed up at the front door while Billy was at work. Margret was scared to death when Thick and his friends entered the house. Margret had no idea what they were going to do that afternoon. Thick kept looking at her like she was a tramp. The conversation wasn’t long. Thick just wanted his money. Margret even offered Thick some jewelry but Thick wasn’t. I just loved it there and wanted to see it again. But he will bring me home, I promise. Did you see the posh limo and a chauffeur as well?" she asked excitedly."Yes, I couldn't help peeking out the window and was very impressed, especially when the chauffeur got out and opened the door for you" her mum answered.Helen lay in bed that night thinking about how her day had gone. She realised that Frank had been a lot younger than she expected, but even so, he was far too old for her. On the other.