The best times was when I sat and watched her undress from her normal dresses into nothing, or better yet, into some skimpy lingerie she had bought fo... the express purpose of wearing it for me. I thought she looked best in thigh-high stockings and nothing else and seemed to enjoy when I caressed her covered legs, kissing and licking them when we were ‘intimate’, as she called it.It was never ‘fucking’ but ‘making love’ or being ‘intimate’. Never mind that she would lay in the middle of her. Me: There’s no spot!Jack: I can see it from here. Feel it with your hand.I hesitated and then touched the crotch of my tights. Sure enough, there was a tiny spot of wetness. I colored again.Jack: See? I told you.“OK, dear, we’re ready for the second and last set,” said Richard.He came and kneeled by me again and the camera when through its shooting routine. Jack stared at me and I looked away from the camera at him from time to time.Jack waited while my husband packed his camera and I picked up. Gayle had witnessed the whole incident! I was glad of that! She'dseen how manly I was, how quick to defend my honor. But she'd alsoheard testimony from Gretchen about how admirable I am, how free ofmale chauvinist superiority. Score two points for me."Think what, Gayle?" Gretchen turned attention toward her. Istepped back so they could talk face to face and I could listen."That Allie here could look the way he sounds with only a fewtouches here and there if need be," she said. "Because. One of which is down to his underwear and leaning on a wall while a bored-looking cop feels him up.“You can stand there and take off your clothing, Ma’am.” An Amazonian-looking policewoman directs Agnes towards a corner. There’s a sheet on a hanger attached to the wall, but the cover it offers is pitiful as it barely hangs from hooks so old they look oxidized.“This can’t be right, I’m not going to undress in front of all these people.” Agnes protests, but can’t stop the woman from pushing her.