I sat back and smiled at him, desperately hoping Iwasn't making a huge mistake."Lisa," he said. He circled the table, took my hand and raised me to my...eet. He kissed me back. His tongue entered my mouth. I let him kiss me? or snog me, as the Brits say ? as he willed, and boy, did he will. Ourarms were around each other. Even in my heels, I had to look up to him,and suddenly I was overwhelmed by his presence. I had an intense desireto submit to him, give myself to him, let him do whatever he. 'Nobody else in this house would have any use for my panties. Mom's several sizes bigger', she thought. The thought of you Steve never entered her mind. Then she thought she must have been mistaken, maybe she just forgot to lay them out for tonight. She checked her drawer again and they weren't to be found. Then she thought that she had worn them earlier in the week and they were dirty. She knew she had time to hand wash them and then throw them into the dryer. She found them all wadded up in. We'vegot the votes."Phillipia nodded. "My papa used to say, 'don't sell the fish until theboats come in.' It sounds better in Greek, but you get the idea." Shesipped her tea. "Do you think Mr. Styron knows what we're trying todo?" No." Trisha shook her head. "If he did, I'd have heard of it --probably from him directly. Still... there's still more than a weekleft until the meeting." Can he do anything?" Phillipia asked, "If the votes are there, Imean." He could try," Trisha replied. . Wendy whimpered, “Sir, my pussy is dripping wet. My lubricating fluids will soak through my skirt and run down my thighs. May I please wear panties, Sir?”I said, “No, I want you to feel how wet your little cunt gets for me. I want you to feel how juicy your tight snatch gets from needing my dick to fill your emptiness.“Besides, you have a fantasy we need to act out.“You are out to dinner with me. We are at a medium fancy place I think. Your little kitty wants to be petted so badly you beg me to.