She works as a waiter at a local restaurant and before that she worked at a hotel as a maid. As I listened to her talk I could imagine her in a tight ...aids outfit and her walking around with a short and tight waiters uniform. For some reason me and her kept looking at each other by chance once we caught each other off guard and we starred into each others eyes she started to blush which made me blush and since then we stood a lot closer than when we first meet that morning. She had invited me. “So, what's new Pussycat?” she said, with a grin on her face.I groaned. “Oh please, don't start that again Kris! I keep telling you I was not named after a cartoon character, but from a character in a book.”“I know, you were named after a vain, jealous bitch who tortured another girl out of jealousy.”“Well, only indirectly. My mom used her name, only because she loved the book Anne of Green Gables growing up, and loved the name. I like to think I am nothing like Josie Pyle though.”We chatted a. I feel a bit guilty for staring and although I don’t have an under garment fetish, the view you have provided has aroused me to the point that it is showing. ‘Do you like my panties, or is it the slip?’ you ask. ‘Well to be honest, it is the entire package. Your beautiful body is wrapped like a gift, the pick wrapping is so special that like a gift I am reluctant to rip into the package and ruin the wrapping.’ I say as I realize my hand is now on my cock. ‘Then let’s not unwrap the package. I put down the rubbery dildo and starting grabbing other things out of the bag. First, I grabbed a couple bottles of edible body paint, which made me feel a tad uncomfortable, then I grabbed a bunch of tangle cords, each of which was attached to vibrators. I untangled each of the vibrators from eachother, and tested to see which ones worked.I had never used any masturbating tools before, I mostly just rubbed my clit, and more often than not I would dry hump a pillow or blanket, and get a.