”“Huh?”“Tasha’s condition was that anything I do with you, I do with her.”Angie laughed, “Uhm, doesn’t that like work in your favor? Y...u can have both of us?”“I could. But being with Tasha WOULD be a commitment to her, which would mean I went to bed with you under false pretenses. If I WERE to go to bed with you, I’d either have to break up with Tasha or commit to marrying her. THAT is the subtle trap.”“I think I have my answer,” she said, getting up from the couch.“Ang...”“No. You’ll never be. She looked over her shoulder, then gave him a pout. "Sorry," she said as she pressed into his erection through his shorts."Don't worry about it," he said and kissed her quickly once more. And it really was fine with him. Giving her an orgasm didn't feel like a favor that needed payback. He had enjoyed her pleasure almost as much as she obviously had. "Wanna go back to our umbrella?"She pushed up off his lap and offered her hand to pull him up. He took her hand and found himself walking back up. He nodded, now believing that she’d given him money, and bid her farewell as he drove on to find a fare that DIDN’T use the power of mind control to make him only THINK that they were paying for the ride.Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she entered the hotel. People turned to stare at the woman wearing a mini-dress that zipped from the front, sheer stockings completing the ensemble. She strode in as if she owned the place. She didn’t own it, but that didn’t stop her. She went straight to. I carefully unfolded them. I noticed she had kissed them just above the wet spot. I tried not to be obvious as I carefully concealed them in my napkin. Oh, I wanted to reach down and sniff them right away. But, I had to be careful. I did have a lot to lose, but oh so much to gain.I carefully and as unobtrusively as possible raised the napkin containing the panties to my face. I opened it just enough so that Debbie could see me sniff the panties and no one else. I quickly wiped the panties under.