"There, are you happy?" you ask her.She isn't. Your hand deposits the panties in your purse, but returns with the pantyliner."No," you beg. "Not that....Your hand moves of its own volition, overruled by your cunt. The liner soon finds its way to your nose. You try to hold your breath, but eventually you are forced to inhale the musky scent her arousal.Your fingers speed, fucking her, faster and faster. It's loud, and you wish you could quiet them - quite her.'This isn't me,' you think. 'I'm a. Then one day I looked in her drawer and found another note, “If you ask I’ll let you see me wearing them.”I didn’t hesitate to show her the note and say, “Please.”Mom immediately removed her skirt to model her panties for me. She turned around slowly twice, she turned her back to me and bent over to touch her toes, and then she stood up on the arms of her chair and squatted down before me. Mom gave me such a problem that I ran off to my room to jerk off.As I jerked off I imagined that could. I got along very well with my family, but we pretty much left each other alone when we were together. Pleasantries would be exchanged and then we would move on to our own business.After the first two weeks of my new life, something happened to me that hadn't happened to me since I was fourteen. I had a wet dream; and I awoke immediately. Having been nearly ten years since I experienced that specific sensation previously, I, of course, thought that I had pissed myself. My first thoughts centered. Moved to the middle of the room Huda gets blindfolded and told to strip while keeping one foot at the same spot, moving a foot either way will be considered disobedient so after several minutes her feet are exactly the same. Nude in the cool room I put cuffs on her wrists in front of her while the wife takes a ruler and smacks her leg to spread her feet for the spreader bar, then the “what do you have planned?” from Huda’s lips the wife reaches up and attaches clothes pins to keep them shut..