Hey, Amy, why don’t you and Jim talk some more?” Jeff suggested.“Sure,” Jim said.“I’m on my way back to the store. You can walk me there w...ile you head back to the station house,” Amy said.Jim nodded and as he stood up and took one last drink out of his mug. He paid the waitress and walked Amy down the street. They continued to talk about Moonvale and Amy relayed some stories of her time there, well the stories that she could share without exposure. When she arrived at her work, Jim stayed a. Instead of calling her to apologize, he hid behind honeyed words, without a chance for her to rip his head off.Amanda took another sip from her whiskey. Usually, she didn’t drink more than a glass of wine in the evening, but the pain-numbing fire pouring down her throat helped fan the flames of rage inside. A tiny part of her feared what would happen if the rage died down. She’d probably end up crying like a little girl somewhere, and she would rather die than give Greg the satisfaction of. I was going to throw out the basque anyway as it is old and –’ The words ‘it no longer fits’ were hastily scribbled out ‘- I no longer have a use for it. You can have the stockings and lingerie for free; all I ask in return is that you wear them with the dress.PS And that you send me a picture LOL :) ‘Craig moved the dress aside. Underneath, was a plain white padded basque, matching panties and a pair of white lace top stockings. There was also a lacy garter. The basque and pants were so old. I watched as it showed herface, her eyes half closed and her moaning and saying,“Oh James! Oh James!” over and over, then James saying,“See I told you it wouldn’t hurt.” And then the picturechanged and it showed a man torso behind her and thenfrom the side, they were fucking doggy style. I watched in disbelief as the guy’s cock came into view.It was as big around as a soda can! The view changedagain and it was from the top now and showed the thickshaft going.