Then my pussy started to leak. and i mean REALLY it was soaking my g-string and spandex pants. the smell made me forget where i was completely. then i...snapped back heard the water shut off. i did all i could think about at the moment. i stole her thong! yes i took her used panties and stuffed them into the front of my pants and walked quickly to the door. my heart was racing so fast i became blurry as i left the gym. im sure nancy said bye. but i couldnt do anything at all. i ran to my car. "Tell me how you want it," her sexy, deep voice commanded me. "I'll do anything you want," she tacked on.Hearing that, the ten thousand or so ideas that flashed through my mind in a nanosecond made my cock throb rapidly in the warm softness of her hand surrounding it.Her lips rubbed ever so lightly over the very tip as her hand slid down my shaft. I felt the heavenly wet coarseness of her tongue against me as she began giving me one of the best BJ's ever. Her skillful touch and the way she read. Hoist the French colors. And get every manjack who's not needed elsewhere to work on sewing bunting. Those bastards are going to sew like they've never sewed before. Oh, not you, Matthew. No, no. You wait here for the moment." Sir?" Matthew asked suspiciously."Ah, Mrs. Stanhope, Miss Burton," William said with a smile. "I trust you slept well, Miss Burton."Without waiting for an answer, William launched into an explanation of the plan, concluding with the request that the women immediately set. She is a decent woman with many charms. We are here to talk about dresses, not what goes inside them.’ This broke up the table once more, and Molly thought what a nice group of people this seemed to be. Vicky sipped her cocktail, and introduced the subject that had brought them together. ‘Molly mentioned to me recently that demand for her dresses in London is picking up, and the ladies here are hard pressed to maintain the quality of their work and accept more orders at the same time.’ Turning.