But it was a different story with Pal.Two days and nights move slowly when the deadly loneliness of a locked room is the entirety of your world. Pal g...ew restless and nervous long before Paul came for her. She almost welcomed the breaking of the monotony, even though it meant more degradation and humiliation -- more performances that she would lie and regret and hate herself for when she was locked again in the lonely room for another two days.As Paul saw her weakness -- her absolute phobia. I would slip them on when I would stop overnight, delighting in their feel, the smell of the smooth nylon as it encased my teenage legs. Sometimes, I would sleep in them, loving the naughtiness of it all! But since leaving school and entering the world of work, that part had been long since discarded and forgotten about... until now.I decided I wanted to feel that thrill again. That meant I was going to have to buy some lingerie of my own. This was long before the days of internet shopping, so. Growing up with three guys in the house (me, my brother and my dad) my mom had always kept her room closed off from the rest of the house. In fact, I couldn't even remember being in their room the entire time I grew up. I stood at the top of the stairs frozen, not knowing what to do. On the surface, nothing was wrong or out of place but I had this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something just felt off, I don't know how to verbalize it beyond that feeling. I called out for Mike one. She pushes back against me as I fuck her. We can hear another group upstairs rehearsing and discussing their piece. I start to fuck her harder. She pushes back against me, one of her hands sliding between her legs to play with her clit. I run my hands up under her shirt and bra to play with her sensitive nipples. She groans softly, “Fuck Chase this feels so good. I’m going to cum soon.” “Me too. This is so exciting fucking here.” “I know. I hope we don’t get caught.” I laugh softly and increase.