All I cared about was I had my very own pair of "womanized" panties that I wouldn't have to give back.For the next few days Teresa would just smile he... knowing smile my way whenever we passed or found ourselves in the same room together. Being too embarrassed about the situation I couldn't bring myself to thank her for her thoughtfulness. I kept her soiled panties in my pillow case so I would have them close at bedtime.With New Years approaching my Dad came home with the promised cot that was. I moved my face closer and rested the tip of my nose right between her lips, then inhaled. Ahhhh, the smell of that sweet pussy is unmatched by any smell in my entire 28 years. I reached my hand up and placed it firmly on her left ass cheek, highest off the bed, and lifted up slightly. Her pussy lips parted, the gorgeous pink inside slightly revealed. I could have cum right there, but I knew the best was yet to come. I moved my face down towards her clit, slid my tongue along either side of it. When the kiss broke, I rolled off and slipped his cock back into my mouth. When I had cleaned it of all our juices, I let his limp cock slip free. I looked up at him, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Go on, get out of here and get dressed. It's getting late and I'm starved."I watched him get up and walk to his room. I just lay there a few minutes basking in the glow of a great fuck.The next night I drove home with my skirt around my waist, with my panties pulled to the side. This gave me. Hell, I have a problem even teasing you. On the other hand, I think I know someone who might have some ideas, and we could learn.”“Is this an ex-boyfriend?”“A dominatrix I once knew.”“Knew?”“In the biblical sense, as they say.” For a second Marsha paused, a faraway look crossing her face for a second. “It didn’t work out in the long run because what she wanted couldn’t fit in with nursing and I wanted to nurse... For a couple of years, I was... her slave.”Marsha had been looking down, her face.