”“You mean...”“No guarantees. We won’t wait for them, but if they arrive before we leave we can probably get your sponsor and the rest of hi... pre-pack into the pickup.”“Really?” Claire felt hope and relief. At least there was a chance – if anyone knew a back way into an extraction then the Confederacy would. Now she had to hope that Paul and Yvonne would be here in time.“Go and wait for them at the yellow light,” the woman told her.“The yellow light?” Claire asked. There had been an. On top of a layer of tissue paper was a pair of pink satinpanties. Now these were a lot like the blue ones I already owned, butthese were not from Sears or some other store! First of all, nomanufacturer's tag, the satin was double layered, there was no cottoncrotch, and the workmanship was superb.Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled these soft, heavenly panties up mylegs, and settled them around my already hardening cock. Next up was apair of white nylon ankle socks with a cloud of pink lace. No chaser. Salt and lime, though,’ I told him, knowing exactly what I wanted. ‘So be it, Sonny. Sorry…Ike, you said, right? I’m BJ. Short for Billy Joel, but then my parents were big fans of his,’ the guy said through his decaying teeth. ‘Ah, I see,’ I smiled as I tossed back the tequila with salt and lime. It was like a jolt of electricity or a bolt of lightning coursing through my body rather suddenly. It was too soon for the buzz to kick in yet, but the anticipation of it was excitement. In this room every little sound was magnified. Mistress walked back into my view and once again I was in awe of her, black corset dress, black heeled boots made her long legs seem even longer, her pale skin was made even more so by the color, and her tattoos…oh those tattoos made me want to melt. Both arms mostly covered and a few one her legs, my favorite one was the one on her right hip, a small sugar skull with two whips as the cross bones. Even though it was a cartoon I knew the true.