In fact, I owe you some hours. It’s going on four o’clock on Saturday afternoon, and you only promised to do what I said until noon.“What would ...ou like to do now? I am at your disposal. Your wish is my command.” And his smile broadened.Suddenly, I was feeling panicky, unsure of myself, of him, of what – we – might be or become. No one had ever said they loved me before, and it scared me, badly. “I think I’d like to leave now. Right now.”The smile faded, and he looked sad, but said, “Of course.. .. to her sore bum. Oh god ... well she hesitated ... uh ... and stuttered ... ooh, ooh ... and finally ... uh ... I pushed her down on her tummy on the bed ... aah ... and I pulled her knickers ... ah, ah, ahhhhh ... oh that was soooo good."And she collapsed on my shoulder."Do go on," I requested."Bastard." You know what can happen to girls who don't show proper respect, don't you." You wouldn't ... would you? You would wouldn't you?"I grinned. "Do tell me more." Well, I massaged her bum and. She became an obsession. I would find myself savoring her perfume as she passed close by, trying to catch glimpses of as much of her as I could any time I could. I would often go into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and take her bra or panties out of the hamper and spend the next half hour or so masturbating while dreaming of her. This went on for 4 years. It was September of that year that something happened that brought things to a head. Sarah and I went on a camping trip with Judy and. The odor of sex had turned sour during the night, and he had felt obliged to get his house into a more pristine condition before Betty showed up.Randi had left her panties and bra behind. He felt like a teenager, finding forbidden fruit. He was going to stow them away to return later. As he did, he noticed her fragrance had remained on the lingerie. He hesitated for a moment, then put them in a plastic bag in the crawl space. He didn't think Betty would explore there.Musing, he considered the.