But now I was Carstairs, and I was not going anywhere. I had a promise to keep. A promise to Diana, but also one I’d made to that piece of shit I’... stuffed into the escalator... Tuesday, September 1st, 2015. Saudi Royal Palace.Another day with nothing to do! I slept until late, because I’d had a very busy night at the mosque. Bringing all that ethyl alcohol to the attic had required a few trips, and then I had to dispose of the empty canisters. I had drained the water tank, which had taken over. I got nervous as hell a bit shaky...should I do this????? Then before I was through knocking I heard her voice say “Yes” , “come in” I opened her door and shut it softly behind me she was on her plastic covered couch with no clothing on , one leg on her coffee table and she said “I made you a treat” pointing down to her hairy honey pot oozing with her delightful juice. I got right between her thick thighs lapping up her flavorful cum rubbing her clit with my thumb and poking my tongue inside. She is unsatisfied as Uncle drinks daily and comes late night fully drunk. I can see her desire in her eyes and in her body moments.I used to sit in shorts in balcony where i can see her working in kitchen and even directly into her balcony. As soon as she comes my dick used to stand erect and say hello to her in 90 degrees. She used to see that through her eye corner. But does not allow her desire to be known to others.One day in afternoon i went to her home the main door was opened i guess. The third day, Janice handed me a pair of bright pink panties."That's it! I refuse," this time I was going to put my foot down. "Wearing them at home is fine, whatever. But I can not wear that to work. What if someone sees them when I lean over or something?"Janice just rolled her eyes, "that's ridiculous. You just worry for nothing. Besides which, I think you like wearing them." I do it for you," I mumbled, unconvincingly."Oh yeah? Well then, how about a wager? You put on these ultra-feminine,.