I told him I needed to go home and get my work clothes. He laughed and said he would help me out. So much for my plan I thought. I looked right at him...and he was dripping wet and had a towel wrapped around his waste. He was such a hot looking man. His chest was so smooth and nice. He walked closer to me and my heart seemed to pound even harder. He grabbed me and kissed me. He really knew how to kiss. His tongue would so gently glide in and out of my mouth as he passionately kissed and help. To see Sam’s hand closed around it as they kissed and to watch Judith’s hand disappear under Sam’s skirt was delicious but all the while I knew they were keeping me in a state of nervous anticipation of the outcome of my offence of orgasming without permission. The fact that this had been their clear intention from the start did nothing to reduce my concerns. Their kiss ended. Sam smiled at me and though I remained worried, it was her real smile, the one that says I love you, the smile she. Every evening I did it with myself in the plastic pants and sometimes several times. If possible, I also put on the plastic pants under my clothing during the day. That felt horny. The plastic pants also had a certain odor and got excited. Only later did I realize that those odors could be remnants of sperm or urine. I did not realize at the time that this could be the beginning of a permanent sexual need to get ready in the plastic pants. That this was the start to my sexual life with plastic. "Let me point out that the work Neo-Tantra does for the OSG is fairly well known to me. That is, I've been briefed on it, and our effectiveness in that work was one of the things I was looking at. But, the more important part of my trip was to see how viable our marketing and delivery of Neo-Tantra is at the point of sale. And also, to get an estimate of the effectiveness of our teaching."To summarize my findings, we're good at what we do. Customer satisfaction is high: we get a lot of repeat.