..", "panties, briefs, or underpants..." "intimate contact with the wearer's crotch..."Shit, shit, shit!!! The clauses were entirely about all clothes...in the apartment - regardless of who wears them. Damn it! Nothing about Kathryn's clothes specifically at all.Had she known this was going to happen? I wondered. Had she thought ahead to the time when men were going to be spending time in her apartment? Was she wondering what I would do? Was this some kind of test to see how far she could push. Jessica and this is my husband, Andrew ... or Andy, for short. He’s been curious about the whole... ‘hot wife’ scene for a while now, but I think that he still struggled with it. The idea of being a permanent plaything to another man was perhaps a bit much for his jealousy to handle for a moment there, but that’s why I suggested that he join me in your service. Then we’d never be apart, right? We could serve you as a couple, as a team. So, we are yours now, right?” Jessica pleaded with me, not. She walked into the shower block, turning the old grey handle. The hot water fell down over her skin, Haley angling her head back slightly letting it wash the sweat and grime off her body, 3 hours of boxing pouring away. She pushed her hand through the air, feeling a few knots in it. Not that she cared to much for her physical appearance, people either accepted her or they didn’t, but she had kept her hair, her feminine self, her mother had said.“Oh sorry, i’ll use the next one” a voice said.. In the darkness of the darker than usual corner, a pair of ogling eyes drank in sensuous arousal of her frenzied march to the happy ending of her releasing tingle. The shapeless bulk stirred as she pushed her hindquarters up into the cold night air and let the chill of the coming winter cool her feverish cheeks. They were splotched with redness and even fleck or two of blood where her arm swung a bit too ardently in search of her required penitence.Sister Mildred peered into the darkness.