Anyway, back to this visit. Sarah had become very down since Christmas, and had not kept in touch as she normally does, Tom had contacted me and asked...me to do something about her depression, also he said, he would be checking on her truthfulness, faithfulness and openness in their marriage by having me not say anything and waiting to see if she told him of her chastisement or visit so I was not to mention his involvement this time. This being so I contacted her and asked why she had not been. Pulling them out I can see immediately that they are covered in a thin white crust. They are stained with dried semen. From the bathroom, I shout down to Paul asking if he knows anything about them but he has never had a fetish for my used panties as far as I know. Then it begins to dawn on me. What if Dave was stealing my panties and using them? And then worse still, what if he was putting the dirty ones back in my laundry pile? I find myself intrigued by this thought and examine them more. Once in the bedroom, she pulled off her top and thong, then helped Gerry take off his clothes. By now, his erection was full blown and she knew he was ready to fuck her."Tie me up, daddy." God, what did you buy, a new car?"She laid face down on the bed and pulled the scarves and toys out from under the pillow. Gerry tied one hand to each side of the headboard. He placed a couple of pillows under her hips then spread her legs apart and tied them to the corners of the bed frame. He usually tied. That severed his brainstem and he fell like a load of whites dropped off at a Chinese Laundry.With one stroke, Al had done for the biggest meanest bad-ass, and grabbed Solange, Art History Professor of Cassandra. He was doing all the requisite Hero solacing to Solange and she was hugging him around the neck when the Inn owner stepped out. "That's my indentured servant a'hugging you," he said.Al gave him the hard-nosed Federal look and said, "Where are her indenture papers?" Umh," said the big.