I fed in my PIN. The clothing had beenfurrowed into the depths of the bag. And it was mine.The heat was intense in the crowding office. Under my shirt... I felt myskin flush and swell. My deep breaths pushed against the wire frame ofthe cups.I needed water.Guzzling a fresh cup from the rapidly emptying water disposer, I subtlytouched my - I still shuddered at the anticipation - bra strap. I feltits contours sadly. Was this the epitome of my life? To creep around theoffice wearing... God knows. ...but what applied to the housealso applied to Jessica, her clothes were dowdy and well worn. She oftendrooled at the clothes Barbara wore and as for her handbags, George wouldhave had a heart attack at the price of some of them. Jessica was given abudget for both the house and herself, even then she had to explain everysingle expenditure"Why did you buy a new bag this month?" Because mine had a hole in it" Couldn't you have fixed it" No dear the seam is frayed" Let me take a look"She sighed. She couldn't remember any one specific dream but based off the wet spot on the bed she knew what they were about. She dressed for the day as instructed and went about her business. It was while walking out to her car that she realized the pleasurably cruel torture at my choice of panties. The beads rubbed her clit while she walked. She had to stop a moment initially to keep her pussy juice from bursting into her pants. She laughed to herself as she started walking again. Her steps had to be. This was my secret and if I did leave the door open a crack then I did it to myself. I wasn't careful. Even my newest purchase, a powder blue and white lace silk nightie didn't make my night any better. I opened it and took it to my bedroom, laying it on the bed. The rest of the night I spent on my couch, tears in my eyes and heartbreak in my mind. As the night wore on I realized that my sadness was not possibly having my secret discovered, although that was not ideal but that I might not have.