Send me a pic. I want to see your panties. Chloe froze for a moment, reading the text a second time. Was he being serious ? She tapped the phone idly...on her knee before placing it carefully on the bedside table and standing in front of her mirror her hands on her hips. “What shall I do?” she said to herself. The reflection didn’t answer. She looked over her shoulder at the phone. It lay there, dormant. It was time to stop thinking. Chloe breathed out dramatically through her nose before. Ken thought they looked a bit firmer in that top than when she wore nothing. Her skirt was several inches above the knee - or rather only a few below her pussy. It was black and he suspected she wasn't wearing panties. She sat, not taking care to keep her legs closed, and he was sure. She had on three inch heels and black thigh-highs, the bottoms of which could be seen when she sat."Will this do, Master?"Ally giggled, "Depends on what you're trying to do!" Yes," said Ken feeling arousal rising. Her mind working overtime with such desires, she begins to write her tale of two lovers enjoying an afternoon love session in his apartment.She comes home to find him in the door way dangling handcuffs and a blind fold in his hands and a wickedly sexy grin on his face. He advances towards her and leads her into the bedroom where he softly undoes her buttons on the silk blouse she's wearing. Where he starts unbuttoning her blouse he leaves a hot trail of kisses, explore the luscious mounds of. She looked out at it and just smiled. It was all modern with dark stone and glass.Reaching for the door handle before Andy could jump out, she looked over shoulder and said, “I’ll be back shortly, Andy,” and with that, she was out of the car.She stopped at the information desk on the ground floor and was directed to the fifteenth floor for Mr. Stuart’s offices. Getting off the evaluator she walked over to the receptionist and asked to see Mr. Stuart, that she had a delivery from Mr. Whit. She.