I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist shaved and brushed my teeth. I spent more time brushing than usual, still trying to get that taste out of...my mouth. I went back into our bedroom and opened the dresser drawer. My underwear was gone. She had replaced them with women's panties. I groaned. But I had to wear something under my suit. So I picked out a pair and slipped them on. They felt strange. They ran through my butt cheeks in the back, especially with the extra hardware in front.After. Joyce was confused at first but gasped as she realized they’d just barred her inside the booth! She grabbed the door and pushed with all her strength, but the door didn’t budge. The figure continued to circle around the booth as tears streamed down her face.“Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached. This notion that the only thing separating me from my first bare pussy was a simple slight exertion on a flimsy string forced me to tug my shorts down, get on all fours, grip the shaft of my twanging cock, and squeeze rhythmically, squishing spurts of tingling bl00d-flow to my sensitive tip. I couldn't help it. This was Category 10 horniness, DEFCON 1 horniness, call out the National Guard because I may not be responsible for my uncontrollable urges horniness. I started calculating if it was. Dessert: JamesShe leaned over, picked up my hand and kissed it, bowing her head over it in submission.I knew that Marta must be tired, so when I saw Arthur, I signalled him.“The dessert is almost ready, Mr. Gainsborough. Shall I bring it right out?”“Sure, Arthur, please do, but please bring two small Cognacs for us first. I believe mademoiselle may need some fortification.”“Right away, sir.” And he bustled off, returning shortly with the two balloon glasses with small measures of Cognac in the.