We got a party going in your honor and you’re late.’ She identified the voice as Turnbull, one of the night officers. She looked in the direction ...f the voice and saw him sitting on a stool. Walking toward him she wished she had refused the invitation. ‘My treat baby. What are you having?’ Turnbull asked. ‘It’s too early for me. I’ll have coffee,’ Marty said. She knew that one drink would lead to another, and another. And, she had a lot to get done. Taking the coffee and returning to Turnbull,. I took off the hood before he had to beg for it. I wanted to see my prize anyway. See if his cheeks were flushed or his eyes were red, see how messed up his hair was. See if he’d keep his head down to the side or lift it up, strain to see me, or rest his chin on the table. Face down had to be getting tiresome for him.Stephen blinked, yawned, and looked at me sideways, and said, simply, ?Hello, I’m Stephen.?He didn’t stare too much at my outfit, sadly. I was in a tight latex catsuit-type outfit,. I licked my lips, leaving my mouth open to hint at the sexual hunger welling up inside me. I slid my hands down below my breasts, revealing how engorged my nipples had become at the suggestion that they would be suckled; managing just in time to shut down the production of milk that started simultaneously with the thought. I stroked my flat tummy and sucked it in tight as I imagined it immensely swollen with squirming and kicking babies. I cupped my mound again and then forced my hands down to. We were invited over my inlaws house for a cook out on Sat , Walt had moved back home for a bit after a devorce, anyway I had noticed that a few pair of my panties were not in the hamper when I went to do the wash on Sat. morning , Walt had been over the night before drinking and playing cards with my husband and a few of the neighbors.I know they were in the hamper friday night beacuse I sorted the laundry and placed them in the gental basket, I asked my husband Bob if he took them to jack off.