When Vicki had recovered she helped Pam to remove the torsolette and Iasked to see a hookside girdle in the style Mummy wore. I selected ablack girdle...from the brochure and as Vicki collected it Pam fitted mewith a matching black bra, tightening the straps so that they almostbit into my skin. Although my clit had returned to its sorry statedangling in front of me as I walked round the fitting room, the eroticsensations of the tightness of my bra and the expectant thrill ofwearing the black. Going very slowly I dared to ry to finger her. Again, I took it very slow. In fact, I merely rested my hand on her pubic hair for a while before endeavoring to slide my finger inside of her. The mere fact that she seemed to have a natural, untrimmed formation of pubic hair gratified me to no end, but I still remained patient. Meanwhile, she wasn't doing anything exploratory with my cock, but again, I realized we had just met. Eventually I inserted my index finger into her warm, creamy vagina.. There was a mirror behind me, so he got a great view of my ass while he began to caress it. and then, he did something that got me really wild. He grabbed the middle part of the waistband on the back of my thong and gave it a good tug, making me spread my thighs in enjoyment, and letting out a slight moan to let him know I love it. And he tugged my thong again up my butt, and again, and again...making me shake my ass making him do it more and more, and increasing my moans, and increasing the. There was only one task left for me to do at that point. I waited outside the house that night, and checked my watch. Two o’clock in the morning. Both of them had to be sleeping by then. I made my way to our front door, dressed in my black fatigues and carrying my duffel bag. I jimmied the lock and made my way inside. Employing my training in stealth, I swiftly moved up the stairs and knelt outside the bedroom door. I reached into the duffel bag and produced a canister of ether that I had.