I turned my back to him.“Can you lace up the back for me?” His hands shook. They shook even more when I reached down and felt how hard he was.When...he fumbled through tying me up in the back, I bent over at the waist. “Does my ass show when I bend over?”“Ah…a little,” he said. I looked over my shoulder at him and gave him my bedroom eyes.I bent over even more. “How about now?”“Mmmhmmm,” he almost moaned out.There was a high sorting table nearby and I placed my hands on it and pulled myself up to. I guess I just wanted a different car.Even with all that going on I couldn't get motivated. I just walked through each day like I wasn't really there at all. It was a lot of 'whatever' attitude. Jeremy actually called me every other day it seemed to tell me how much he had made on something. He was getting to be a real business man. I thought he wanted to paint, but he had lost that urge in his desire to chase the almighty dollar. His reports were part of the 'whatever' world. I mean I had more. She was on fire. All of a sudden I increased the speed and she matched it by bucking her pelvis violently against my hand. I leapt up the tempo and just as I sensed the wave of her orgasm was building to a crescendo, I swooped onto one of her breasts and took the nipple into my mouth. She came like there was no tommorrow, in wave after wave. She gripped my thigh whilst I continued to do what I was doing until she begged me to stop. I then lay down with my head on her thighs, savouring the after. I figured that while she wouldn't put panties, much less dirty panties in the bag (what monster would do that anyways?) I figured it might be fun to take some clothes from her for myself, wear and touch myself in them. In the very first bag I took from the sidewalk by her house, I found some tops, a dress, a pair of shoes, to be honest I don't remember much other than I found two bikinis. And they were dirty. She clearly hadn't washed them before putting them on the curb. One was pink with cute.