She allows me to play in her undies drawer. I love picking out some little soft and silky wisp of panty to slip on her body. I warm it with my breath,...feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at her feet. Her legs are crossed. I hold out her panties. She lets me slip them over her feet, her legs come uncrossed, I slip them up her ankles, trying not to let her know that I am trying so hard to look between her legs as I work the panties up to her knees. Mommy looks at me and smirks. I beg her with. "I wanted to find out if your skills could be translated into action here at Interstate. I took a chance based on what you said you believed and how you would handle specific situations. The other people you talked to here all came back with the same opinion. You weren't the usual candidate. You'd handled a lousy situation in a lousy environment, and despite Sandivale's best efforts to screw it up, you kept him in business. So now," he laughed, "I get all the benefit of the new Jack Tompkins,. Your lips are everywhere as well, on my lips, my neck, my collarbone, attempting to bite my nipples through the fabric. They slowly slip towards the lower edge of the corset, where I am exposed to you. I know what you want. I’ve always known that you want to taste me. And I’m willing to let you have this that you want so much. ‘Maybe we could shave this…?’ you ask, eyeing my carnal treasure and nudging me with your nose. ‘Not on your life,’ I reply. ‘It’s already been trimmed, and if that’s. Stranger still was the box he unloaded from the SUV into the garage. That too was a surprise and I would have to wait and see it later. More curious... I wasn’t sure if I was more excited or bewildered. In any event, I had made a nice dinner for the evening, so I went and changed for dinner. John mentioned he was going to bring the box to the recroom in basement and that he would back in a minute.By the way, changing for dinner means black sheer-to-waist seamless pantyhose, black patent 4”.