My girl friend, Willa, says I'm repressed. I've got all these inhibitions, like you have no idea how long it took me to get up the nerve to dress in d...ag. To see how it felt. Do you understand?"Susie, who had just had her first glimpse into herself at what might be repressed Lesbianism, recognized a fellow sufferer, and said, "I'm sorry I spoke sharply, Phil." Oh, that's all right. Look, I have some tea steeping. Would you like a cup?" That's awfully kind of you."He darted off. Susie stood. Then she holds her breath, hangs on to the armrest and bites the red cushion in anticipation. The monster baton presses gently at first and when on target muscles right in.Unholy mother of God. This is not possible. How can something this big and long be admitted into her?The bus slows down and pulls in to stop at the side of the road.“Shit, police check,” she whispers to her neighbourSure enough, two sleepy officers come on to the bus and shine their little torches on the faces of sleeping. " When she was released from her hypnosis she sat and looked at me for a while,then her eyes dropped and she looked at her hands in her lap. Eventually Itold her that she should undress and show me her body. There was quite an amountof voyeuristic enjoyment in watching her strip. Her embarrassment was obviouswhich added to the feeling of control that she brought out in me though I knewthat once any sexual activity began she would begin to loose al her inhibitions.I was proved correct. When she. But I did not think far ahead and had nothing to clean so I ran to laundry room and grabbed the first thin at hand and behold it was a pair of panties BANG I shot of into them and put them away . Later that night I was in my office and headed my wife ask my mother in law if she had going to wash and it hit me the panties were not my wife’s fuck. Here is were it gets interesting I can see the laundry room from my office and I can see her sorting the laundry and she gets to the panties, I can see.