Suddenly I wanted then to ask him if he ever got my panties back after the auction cause if you recall he threw them into the audience at one point an... God knows who had them. I was pretty concerned that they should end up where they belonged in that drawer or whatever in BTS house where they keep all the panties from the girls who get fucked there for the first time. But before I could ask that I began to wonder if I could ask him that other question – the one I had asked Barney – about what. We went in for lunch and had what the inmates had except fresh off of the stove and bigger potions. Even better, nobody wanted to take my roll.Then it was back outside and moving sod, keeping the grounds looking pretty. By quitting time, I looked a mess while Mr. Grisham seemed as fresh as when I first met him. When asked how he managed to not break a sweat while I was out of breath, he said, “I work smart, not hard.” and gave me a cheeky grin.I thought working smart was not working at all. The white fabric of her underwear clung to her wet skin and revealed exactly what it covered: her hard nipples with their small areolas and her large outer lips below a full but trimmed bush. If she noticed her exposure, she did not show it as she turned and stepped out of the tub. As she walked away, her panties were wedged in her ass. And what an ass she had: her cheeks were full orbs that defied gravity. There was not a hint of cellulite yet, either on it or her solid thighs. With a finger. ? I kinda did, but didn’t want to be a stick in the mud. Hey, whatever floats your boat. So she started doing her fix. I watched with mild curiosity. How quickly she did it made me feel that same nervousness again. How strange. Speed always made Laura hornier than a rabid dog in heat and she soon walked over to what served as a shower area. Dar and I both watched as Laura removed the few clothes she had on and was pulling on her red latex boots, they were thigh highs and made her look so.