I slid them on and dressed for work. She made the comment that she would be hot thinking about me all day wearing those panties. I had to admit to mys...lf that it was going to make me hotter. So that’s how it started. Later in the week, she met me with yet another pair—these of beige lace. The next week, it was nearly every day, each day a new pair. She evidently had thrown more than a random pair into her cart that day at the mall. As it turns out, her shopping trips since our return from. I closed my curtains and began to change out of my nightwear.Sliding my shorts down, the situation was starting to dawn on me, the butterflies felt more like bees, vibrating my body.My knees were getting weak just imagining his swollen manhood thinking about my breasts.I went to the closet to retrieve my much underused lingerie, it was black and lacy, with flower petal pattens on the waistband and roses covering the nipples on the bra.Being a few years since I’d purchased these, the panties. Pat had been strangely quiet. It wasn't like her. She was usually chattering away. It wasn't sullenness or bad humor. She wasn't giving Maggie a cold shoulder; she was pleasant enough when spoken to. She seemed too preoccupied to share whatever was going on in her mind.Maggie accredited it to their leaving for home the next day. Maybe she was mulling over what had gone on the day before as she accosted Fred while they were swimming. Pat was usually a bundle of energy. Maggie thought that she. "Yes!" I cry out before squealing from a slap, "Yes I promise to obey!" His slaps lessen, and swiftly become caresses, his fingers rubbing against the raw marks from his slaps. "Good Alice...get on the other end of the couch," he commands and instantly I listen, my ass flaring with so much pain that I do not think I want another slap, even if they do bring me pleasure. I watch as Whitey strips, his cock jutting forth as he pulls his jeans off. I lick my lips at the thought of having that cock.