She hadn't closed the door. Inside, she'd peeled off her sweat-soaked leotard and pulled on a pair of shorts. She was sitting on her bed in the shorts...and a black sports bra staring into space."You okay?"She blinked. "I guess. It just hurt." I know," I said and sat down beside her. "I wish I could make it better."Traci hugged me. "My big brother. He'd fix everything if he could."I kissed her forehead."I wish ... Sometimes I wish..." Yes?" I prompted."I wish you weren't my brother. I wish you. Will his brother pay?" I think so. He was already rich; his thin wife drips with diamonds and pearls." You may stay here as long as you like."She nodded and sipped."The fee will be your body, my dear, willingly if not eagerly. I assume you understand."She blinked. And her mouth fell open. She shivered, understanding my meaning."I intend to pump you full of my jism, to have you bear me a son." But, but..." My wife is barren."She shook her head. "I could not. You're crazy, mad!"I laughed.She put. You know, the typical AAA rejects, that tend to occupy the best bar stools. The bartender, as usual, is loud and overly friendly as I walk in. I sat at an unoccupied table close to the TV in the corner, hoping that one of my friends might walk in and join me. Gloria, the bartender, holds up a glass and motions to me, suggesting I might want my regular drink, gin and tonic. I nod a yes, and turn to survey the crowd hulking over their glasses, as they ponder their dismal life. Gloria brought my. She looked so sexy, so hot."I wanted to say goodnight and thank you for the bra and panties. I won't ask how you got the sizes right, I think I know how," and she bent down and kissed me softly on the lips, then left.Three times I masturbated that night. It was sore when I finished. That's how horny I was.Nancy:A bra and panties. My son gave me a bra and a pair of panties. Not just a bra and panties, a demi-bra and thong panties from Victoria's Secret. About as sexy a gift as I've ever gotten..