You will report to my house one day next week-the date will be confirmed with your Mistress. You will take in the scent of my underwear every night un...il we meet; as you will determine from the photograph, they will have a very sweet aroma as they were worn as I whipped a male into complete submission, and became very excited whilst doing so. On the night before we meet, you will abuse yourself and leave your mark on them. You will present them to me when we meet and confess your weakness; I. He was groaning and his hands on my hips tightened yet again. I knew he was close so I started to go harder. I would come up slow and slam down and gyrate my hips. He started to meet me pump for pump; all that you could hear was the sounds of wet flesh slapping wet flesh throughout the living room. “Kara, I’m gonna cum, princess.”He knew how much I hated the princess comments so I worked my best at spurring his orgasm, which in turn spurred another of my own; both orgasms tearing a guttural. The back was open, except for thin, green straps that crisscrossed.“Take off your bra before you try it on,” Alice instructed.Grace hesitated. It was bad enough that Alice had seen her in her bra and panties. Now she’d need to bare her breasts in front of her.“Fine.” Grace relented. She unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She set it aside as she watched Alice stare at her tits.Grace figured she might as well remove the panties, too, at this point. So, she slid them down, exposing. On leaving college I'd found myself a job with what I thought was a property maintenance company. Not quite humping bricks around, but near enough. I was a kind of office boy come general dogsbody. But the old boy who owned the place kind-a took a shine to me.It wasn't until I had actually got the job that I discovered we did maintenance of particular types of property, i.e. Banks and medium to high security installations. It was a pretty big surprise to me that I'd ever passed the vetting.