Even the long nightgown was on a hanger. On the floor of the closet, next to her shoes was a suitcase. Curious, I opened the case to find panties, bra... and socks, all very plain and white, like she had always worn on our R & Rs.I spotted a shoebox on the top shelf. Reasoning that if she hadn't wanted me to see the contents she wouldn't have left it there, I reached for the box. Inside was a bundle of letters, all from me. Under the letters was the gold chain and the Korean trinket, my birthday. She supposed that if one of the men were to look through the hole he would be able to see her face, but not if she stayed close to the wall. There was a dimmer switch which she tested and found she could turn the lights down a little but not all the way. Maybe that would be enough to preserve her anonymity?She sat down on the bench and opened both panels from her side, then picked up a sealed bottle of water from a small stockpile on the floor to take a sip in the hopes of settling her nerves.. I hesitate but do so & he says it will have to be with his hands. I feel like my panties are soaked by the time his big strong professional hands leaves my breasts. He writes a little then pulls 2 pieces of metal over towards my legs & asks me to remove my bottoms, lay back, & put my legs on the metal parts. I hesitate more now because of the wetness of my panties but he tells me it is the last thing he needs to do & I don't really want him to go so I comply. As I remove my bottoms he watches. Her pussy was dripping wet, and a little trace of the yellow panties she had stuffed inside of her was visible. She still had not thoroughly dried from the garden hose, but she no longer looked like a drowned rat. She looked sexy in that vulnerable pose, even with wet hair and no makeup.“I doubt she could have stolen anything except for mud and horse manure,” I chuckled.“You underestimate my girls. They may give you a hug and take your wallet,” she said. I checked my wallet when she said that.