Like so many businesstravelers, I hung my suits and shirts. I unpacked my other clothes--underwear, undershirts, etc., placing them neatly into dresse... drawers.Then, unlike most businessmen, I unpacked my lingerie.For some reason, I always lay my "girlie" things out all over the bedbefore deciding where to stash them. This particular stay was going tobe nearly a full week, so I had over-packed; bringing quite an assortmentof bras, panties, garter belts, babydolls, stockings, and heels. I. “Very,” I replied, turning the corner to walk down the flight of stairs.Asher cut in front of me, going down two steps at a time. I tried to move around him, but he blocked me off.“Jealous?” he asked, his tone changing. A response flared up inside me, but I quickly pushed it back down again. I was in too good a mood to be baited by him this morning.“No.”Asher smirked at me. “I don’t believe you.”I rolled my eyes and walked around him, quickly descending the stairs. I sighed in frustration,. She slowly slid her hands over my erection on top of my undies and grasped it in between her fingers.I was slowing down as my concentration got diverted. I put my fingers on top of Susan’s cotton panties and started to gently rub up and down in between her now open legs, tracing vertical lines against her labia. I felt her swollen clit through the material. I knew it was screaming to be touched. I touched her pussy on the outside with greater pressure, pushing inwards into her slit. She pulled. "Now I didn't think my little princess was quite ready for this yet. And frankly I'm surprised; I hadn't seen you hanging out with anyone this summer but Alicia. But I guess we need to have a talk about parameters, safety, and responsibility. But let's start with openness. What was his name?"A long pause."Well"."Making a conscious decision in her newfound confidence in herself, she decided to respond."There wasn't a boy, it was me." She said quietly, barely a whisper."What? You're not making.