The masseuse’s fingers on one hand pumping at a lightning fast pace as her other smoothed oil down her client’s back. A woman was getting her hai... washed by a stylist in a black apron, her legs spread wide while she diddled her own clit. “Mommy...” I said in wonder as I took everything in. “Welcome to the spa baby girl,” she said affectionately and squeezed my hand. Two women walked over to me and introduced themselves as Sonny and Tina. They explained that they would be doing my pedicure.. I reach up and pull the clasp out of my hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders. I study myself, looking like I always look. There is something more in the mirror now, pride- an almost haughty pride in my body. If ‘HE’ wants to watch me, then let him. There is something else I see in the mirror, and its easily recognizable even through my attitude. I see fear. It has begun its creeping, spreading, all consuming journey through my body into my head. I turn away quickly not wanting to. "My brother wasn't taking the bait. "You can at least let me try," Bob said, almost pleading"Listen, Bob. You yourself told me none of your girlfriends could take you up the ass, and a couple of them even tried, didn't they? So why should I be any different. Tell me that?" Because you're my wife, that's why!" Bob said, his frustration showing. I stood there, frozen in place, amazed that I was privy to a conversation between my brother and his wife about her unwillingness to take his cock up her. She stroked the lace, and a tingle raced through her. Her fingers traced the cursive letters.“Top Queen,” she whispered. Something stirred inside of her. This imperial instinct. She shuddered and dropped the panties into her shopping basket.Blinking, she snagged the package of underwear she came to buy and dropped them down on the more majestic pair, covering the special undergarment. The tingle racing through her body, she hurried to the cash registers.Like with other panties made by the.