They were emphasising the philosophy of women-only staff to create a relaxed environment for the clientele. ‘It might also make their husbands a bit...more relaxed too,’ I said. ‘How so?’ ‘Well there are plenty of stories about women falling for their trainer or coach. If the staff are women, the husbands might be less threatened.’ ‘I wouldn’t have thought you would have anything to feel threatened about,’ her tone changed. She smiled, scenting genuine interest. ‘I’m Stephanie Walters. The. Alas, I would be deterred by the lawmen. For the briefest of instants, I made eye contact with her father. I saw straight into his soul, a veritable briar patch of unpleasantness. I saw triumph, cold and brooding behind his mask of concern. He shot me a little smirk. That sent me over the edge. As I strained against the officers, I stopped really being conscious of my actions. I shouted and growled in a primitive fashion, my rage making words pitifully inadequate. My mouth was a gaping maw. He reached back into my laundry basket and pulled out another pair of my panties. This time he was holding my only pair of hot pink cotton Victoria Secret “cheeky” panties, and put those up against his nose. Before I could register what was going on Mark pulled out his dick, and d****d my dark purple panties over his cock. This way when he strokes his shaft the tip of his dick would pound on the interior cotton gusset where my pussy once was just a few short hours ago. Both boys started moaning. This did not endear him to me, as I was raised not to give insult to anyone -- especially women. I did my best to display the proper respect, even though neither of the Hopkins women was physically to my taste; they were both somewhat heavier than my personal definition of feminine pulchritude, but that was and is not an excuse for rudeness. Señora Hopkins -- Vera, as she wished to be referred to -- shared my concerns over the employment of the woman Bernice, and related concerns over the fact.