Not only did I ache to take those pleasures, but also, with our "arrangement" approaching nearly a year in place, I feared that little shit Billy migh... talk her into breaking her agreement with me and surrendering her precious hymen. If he did, he'd find himself in prison as quickly as I could call in my marker from Police Sergeant Thompson, whom I was supporting financially to control the kid, and who I suspected harbored a history of sexually abusing the kid. Yes, if the punk talked Kimmie. Yes Dad did check over my work to ensure I had done it correctly, but he was letting me do all the work myself.Like Dad, I couldn’t spend a lot of time on the bike. I could only progress after watching Dad doing a certain area, as if we were doing it as a joint project. Letting Dad explain the way to do it on his bike, I would then do the same on mine, just in a more basic format. So I was only able to do something when Dad had time himself to do some work on the Harley.This was actually a good. “No...” Alene shouted when she understood Jen’s intentions, “please, no more ... Come in.”Jen got up and walked in, she was clearly as shocked as Alene was. She closed the door behind her. Alene walked to the kitchen and took a seat, she gestured Jen to join her at the table, which Jen did.“it’s been two years...” Alene started, “two years of constant fear, for you and from you Jen. Why are you even here? Didn’t you promise you’d leave us alone if I undid your spell? I stopped using magic...”“I. Your love of the feel of lingerie. Walking into the department store and to the “Womens Intimates”Department. Often at the back of the store to hide it from the prying eyes of men. As if, its meant to be seen by men…. And your little voice says to you, go on just one pair of panties can’t hurt. It nags, it weakens, it cajoles. Then you find yourself in that large anonymous store drifting towards Lingerie, you brush it. Oh, your inner panty slut moans – feel me wrapped around your cock your.