" My panties? Since when do I wear panties?" he replied angrily."If we can establish they are not mine, will you accept that they areyours and put th...m back on?" I replied calmly.This took him off guard as he had expected me to shout back at him."Er, OK. But how are you going to do that?" he asked."Just watch me," I replied. "I think you will accept that I am wearing abra, panties and pantyhose?" Yes, so?" he replied watching me.I stepped into the bath. My bra turned into the necklace, it. ~~~The Proofer wiped some strands of The Authoress' hair, stuck to her neck, with the back of his fingers. She tilted her head, enjoying his loving touch, inwardly purring as she waited to scroll down. Page 4 contained an erotic scene which mirrored a lust fuelled night that they had together a few months back. She knew her man was smiling as he recalled that night. Page 6 had an equally sexy time that they shared. The Authoress sensed that The Proofer was fidgety. She turned her head and. “Take your panties off, now.”Emily didn’t know she could feel scared and sexy at the same time. She also didn’t know she could feel guilty and excited at the same time. She kept telling herself to stop, that Brock didn’t deserve this, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to take her panties off, so she looped her fingers on the edges and pulled them down. She took her shoes off to.Emily was fully nude. And with Mr. Johnson still fully dressed she felt exposed and dominated. And the look he was. There are upperclassmen who tutor and don't charge a whole bunch, and last year there was even this k** genius who helped me get through my linguistics class."She started to get her crying under control and sniffed back a few more tears. I kept going. "When I got here, I was totally lost. I didn't know anyone, I was sure everyone knew what I'd—" I was about to say 'what I'd done to Micah,' but caught myself. I changed gears a little bit. "But you know, it's kinda cool here. I know it's weird.