The black hood, this time, didn't render me so completely distracted. I had taken time to get used to it prior to his abduction. I had done so by sitt...ng, quietly, in my dimly lit bedroom while holding it between my fingers.I had masturbated with it, the first time cumming quickly, the second time with a little more precision. Desensitizing myself to its ominous essence.It smelled wonderful.I wondered, as I paced around him, if he could still smell my scent on the inside.*I had him sprawled. His wife might often go braless in the house but never pantyless.Jared began losing track of the story, such as it was. He glanced covertly at his wife every minute or so. It was hard to tell in the mix of light and shadow but he didn't think she was wearing a bra anymore.As the minutes ticked by, Stacy subtly shifted position now and then. Her legs unbent a bit. Soon, her toes were brushing his thigh. Jared himself was in gym shorts and a T-shirt. The tips of her toes were cool against the. I started just wearing bras and panties or corselettes and panties and only for short times to begin with. My cock would get really hard and I would wank my self in front of a full length mirror and imagine I was fucking mum.Then I got braver, I wore mums things under my own clothes. During the winter if I didn’t have pe or sports I would dress in corselette with suspenders and stockings and panties under my school uniform. No-one noticed but I had to wank at least twice during the day because. Without being told she slipped out of her panties, kicked them aside, got on her elbows and knees – on the towel – and then pulled the dorm shirt up around her small breasts. It was quite a sight in that position. Head down, bottom in the air, knees spread, she was wide-open. The damage to her bottom looked pretty nasty, the bruises and welts made it hard to walk comfortably. The other thing (now evident in her position) making walking uncomfortable, were two little lines of bead-like welts.