“Would you let me kiss it to make it better?” she then chuckled.“After we’re done with these objects, both Shannon and Mike can have, pardon m... pun, some real relief from these frictional items,” Mr. Chidly replied in as straight a voice as you could imagine in this situation.When Shannon felt that lubed, devil’s cloth against her womanly parts, she immediately squeezed my hand and let out a sharp breath of air. “Thank God that’s got some gel on it!” Shannon said as Deb Watney eased that. We were just doing our Christian duty, and we would have done the same for anybody, just as you would. Will you be alright, now, or do you need more help?”“I’m okay for now. My sister lives here with me, and she should be home from her cleaning job in an hour or so. She can take care of me just fine. Thank you for asking.”“Where does your sister work. We can pick her up and deliver her here. That will get you help that much sooner.” We got the directions and left. Sam went back to the station. I was a girl on a schedule with an 8am call time and I was now under the gun thanks to our little t?-?? in bed. Good thing I had packed the night before. One thing I forgot to do was to put my undies in the dryer after washing them the night before. I had come home from my 2-week long work trip to Italy the night before and had just dumped my entire bag in the washer. I really didn’t want to wear wet undies, and besides, I didn’t want to chafe before the shoot, so I went commando. I threw on a. She laid that out in her room and gave him the instructions for getting into "her" or "our" bedrooom. Unbeknown to me, she also laid out some skimpy underwear, just in case the question of more revealing pics came up.The "listening devices" had been checked, were in good order, and he showed up, actually a little early. He had inquired about my presence and she assured him that I would be fully involved in taking care of the c***dren.I heard the knock on her door and she, dressed in her satin.