.. there ... with you? Are you crazy? You..." Shouldn't be discussing this on this phone," I interrupted."Oh! Right! Sorry, but ... well, you did it a...ain. You better check on Christine; she's probably wondering what the hell just happened. At least I knew what it was. Are you guys okay?" Recovering is more like it. That was like ... instant overload. No foreplay, no buildup, just..." Total release," Allison finished for me. "Like something stuck wires in all your pleasure centers and set them. Kuch dino baad maine dekha ki wo fir se light chalu karke change karne lagi, aur use malum tha ki, main use dekh raha hu,us din ke baad se hum bohot baate karne lage.ek din maine bol, ki kal raat tum bohot acchi lag rahi thi wo slevless nighty me,wo hasi aur ander chali gayi, aur thodi der baad wo hi nighty pehen ke aayi,maine use pucha ki aap ke husband nahi hai kya, to usne bola ki wo surat gaye hai 4 din baad aayenge, us din usne wo nighty hi pehni thi, aur bohot baar mere samne aa rahi thi,. "You can call me Master," he laughed. I soon learned that he meant that."DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"I nodded miserably."Do you agree?"I was still crying, but I managed. "I'll-I'll do anything. But p-please, don't let any-anyone see them," I begged him.He must have watched me crying for a while. After some time I heard him putting the tapes away. He told me to stand up, which I did. I saw he had a camcorder on his desk. "Strip for me Kimberly." I glanced at the recorder. "YES, I'm going to be taping. And finally a lovely white lacy pair of panties, which I could just imaging Michelle slinking into. I wondered what would the neighbors would say – then I realized I was the neighbor. Then the thought struck me, there was all this lovely underwear just sitting on the line – I knew that Michelle was out and I was home alone, thinking about last night’s conversation. Checking that no one was about, I went down stairs and let myself in through the back gate of the garden. Filled with exhilaration.