I found the other heel and ran out of the closet to her dresser, throwing open the drawers. It was mom underwear, all cotton panties and high-waisted ...ottoms. The sock drawer had socks in it. Shocker, right? But I knew she had more. She wore stockings on her dates. Where were they?Under the bed.The long, low box slid right out and folded open. And inside was a treasure trove. Panties and thongs and bras and stockings and garters. I picked up a pair of bright red thigh highs and my little cock. That worthy pointed me out, and the four men started walking toward me. A quick glance told me that they had all flipped the retainer from their guns, so they were expecting to use them very damned soon.I set my beer down on a chair next to me and advised a saloon whore I had been talking to to get away before she got hurt. I did not have to argue with her; that woman was smarter than most people gave her credit for! She did reach over and grab my beer before she scooted, though. I stood up and. Charles gulped. He saw Megan and Katherine smirked."What are they doing here?" Charles dumbly asked about Katherine's and Megan's presence."They are my sisters. I keep no secrets from them. Especially when it comes to something as personal as this!!" Ivy told him in a cold tone.Ivy then walked up to him and slapped his face.SLAP"Aren't you forgetting something slave!!" Ivy taunted him."I'm sorry Mistress!!" Charles apologized.He forgot to call her Mistress.Charles saw how many servants there. He put one hand over her mouth to stop her crying out and the other hand held her buttocks while he forced himself inside. He felt himself tearing at her lining but didn't care - he needed release and now! He pushed himself in and out until he quickly climaxed then withdrew. He walked her home, gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a "thanks again babe" and left.Because Candy was so young (just 18), she thought they were in love and put up with his treatment of her and needless to say, she.