I held the small pink panty.Me: Let go of the towel. You can wear it here on the bed.Sonal: No. Hand it over, yaar.Me: Come on. It’s not like I have...’t seen you naked before.Sonal: Hmmm, ok. But please behave.Me: Oh, I swear. I will be at my best.Sonal let the towel slide down her body. Her hair was wet, and she was looking stunning as ever. She sat on the edge of the bed, raised her legs, and started putting the panty on. I instantly got a hard-on. She ignored the ominous bulge on my pants.She. I decided I would see what she was like to talk to. I had never really talked to her. She has a brother and he is very protective. If we were all around he wouldn’t let her talk to us, and she rarely said more than “Hi” if she did. She was the same with the other girls as she went to a private school. Her mother had mixed blood, and she too had a reputation, but nobody had any evidence of her promiscuity. It was all hearsay. Nobody had ever seen or heard of her husband. The family, as we were. I sighed and said ok as i kissed her, just then my sister-in-law came through the door to te spare room dressed in what only can be described as a cock stiffening pair of shorts and tight, nipple pokie vest combo. She looks me in the eye as i have to excuse myself from the room. I say see you in the morning to my mrs as i head downstairs, she says it back. I limp to the bathroom sporting a rock hard cock hoping to find the treasure but theres nothing, no knickers or bras still. I guess it. This was another example of the arrogance and sloppy security exhibited by the Sydney Ducks—they were so sure that the "rubes" were too afraid of them to be a real problem.Jason noted that the gambling hall closed for the day (night?) at 5:00 AM, so he planned to show up at about 6:00 AM to relieve them of their daily take before it could be picked up and taken to headquarters. Jason returned to Betty's place for a short nap and a little food before returning to the gambling hall as The Ghost.A.