She was right, he knew. He'd need to go clean up, and with a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished. "You're a hell of a good dancer, ...ahara," he said, watching as she bent over to pick up her panties and bra. She wiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbal one he probably wouldn't have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she was pleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around her ankles, he pulled another twenty from his. When I returned from the office and went to our bedroom to change, I would find a pair of blue panties on my pillow. Over dinner when Peter was at home all it needed was a smile to acknowledge that I had received the message and was looking forward to bed time. Then, as part of our foreplay, Catherine would fold the panties round my cock and bring me to readiness. Now, as I watched Michael and Catherine begin their serious endeavours, I took these same blue panties from my pocket,. She was a college junior in a sorority who was busted for cocaine possession and DUI. She would be spending five years behind bars. I got her to the processing room and told her to strip. She blushed very hard and took her shoes,shirt and shorts off and stood in her underwear. She was standing their in a cute lacy pink bra and a matching thong. I told her to take everything off. She took her bra off. She had tiny AA breasts. I made fun of them and she blushed hard. I told her it was time for. I am flustered now. I rarely have difficulties invoking my sexy voice but something about him truly unnerved me.Noticing that he offered me his right hand, I slipped my hand into it. He grabbed it in such a gallant shake, not like when a man gripped another man's hand, but in a soft and chivalrous way a man holds a woman's. I felt his thumb caress the top of my hand as we stood, jittery, for a second. I considered hugging him since I felt like we had met before. I refrained from doing so.