He passed over the financials for Lambswool to see if Hailey could find a way to trim expenses that he’d missed.She couldn’t.It was almost midnigh... on the West Coast when the plane finally departed for Calder City.“I still think you should have sprung for a private plane,” Hailey said as she nestled on his shoulder.“Huh?” Phil asked. He was still looking at the same documents that had kept his attention for hours.“A private plane,” Hailey reiterated.“I know, we would already be home,” he. I enjoyed it when I was there and she came back in from work, usually finding an excuse to try and catch a glimpse of her in her suit before she changed into her tracksuit bottoms and removed her pantyhose. After she'd changed I'd try and sneak into her room and go through her pantyhose drawer. It was a veritable treasure trove with all different colours. My favourites were the navy blue but she'd also got some in green with a small dot/bobble pattern, red and a pair of black tights with an. He pulled out the suitcase, rose up then lifted the suitcase atop the bed. One swift flip of the latches the lid was flipped up and there was her stash. His lips puckered with thought. What shall he do? She stood there, watched as he eyed the contents of her suitcase, plenty plastic bags, different makeshift bindings to seal the bags, and a few handy vibrators. Her eyes curiously watched as he dipped his hand into her stash. Oh, yep, she thought, forgot about the handcuffs. His hand snatched. The girls looked at each other, then burst out laughing again. This time when they snuck out of the room, the tipsy girls were slower, and kept bumping into each other. Kaylee and Gina reached the kitchen and retrieved the beers. They began creeping out, trying to keep from giggling. Suddenly they heard a deep voice. Your mother is never going to let you wear that suit. The girls stopped, frozen. They looked toward the voice in the dim light. So, sneaking beers, huh? said Kaylees stepdad. He.