“Stop! Let me inspect your uniform, see if it is fit for the photos.” Mr. Harper boomed, his voice echoing through the room. He approached Liz, ta...ing a long look up and down her, then pacing around as a wolf watches its prey.Then he pounced, his hands running all over her body and under her dress hem, Liz jumped a little, taken by surprise. She could feel his cock nudging her rear, then with one harsh squeeze of her breasts he broke away leaving Liz panting. “What’s this?” he enquired prodding. I looked over to the ice box and suddenly had an idea.Opening the lid, I searched around in it a little until I found a long, green and red popsicle, which I unwrapped and began to suck. It was cold and tasted sweet and artificial. I turned towards her again and spread her pussy with one hand, while my other ran the cold, wet ice along her unsuspecting labia.She startled at the sensation, trying to turn and look when Triss grabbed her head and pulled her back down on his cock, not letting her. ”“And you think that’s what I need?”Clarissa shrugged, “I think you need intimacy. Sex is a bonus, if you will. I think what happened with Milena proves that, not to mention our relationship. Ultimately, the question is, does Kristin provide that, or is she just a convenient, warm, sexy body?”I took a deep breath and let it out, “The latter, I think. Sandy was more about intimacy; Kristin was more about sex, in the end. Certainly for her, and probably for me. And to make it a bit stranger, it’s. " And my voice trailed away."Your undies and that's what you were looking for wasn't it?"I looked at her my face on fire."Mmy my pants," I mumbled my face bright red. "Mmy umm men pants."She laughed at me and my wife joined in as if it was a hilarious joke."We threw those old rags away, after all you do prefer female underweardon't you?" My wife spoke, her voice soft yet edged with scorn.I stood there my face burning with the shame and humiliation of it all. Ishould have shouted, I should have.