I felt like I was going around in circles, but it wasalso a good feeling because eventually I might find my way out of themaze.Every day this week was...more or less the same. I was invariably relievedwhen it turned to five O'clock in the afternoon so I could quit thinkingabout the problems that were giving me such a headache. Looking forwardto being with Miriam yet again filled my heart with joy. When I gothome, I put my falsies in my bra and changed into a skirt and blouse.Penelope had several. The panties, despite beingcrotchless, were an even bigger mess--stained with my pre-cum, my cum,his cum, lube, and my ass-juices. "I'm even more sorry that this sexyand inspiring lingerie is totally fucking ruined." Not a problem, babe," he said quickly. "I'll have it professionallycleaned. I'm proud of the mess we made of that shit." He smiled. "Oh,and here." He slipped his own pink panties down his legs and tossedthem to me. "Put those on. It'll make me so horny knowing you'rewearing them. There was enough chain between their legs to move, but they had to move in step and it was somewhat awkward for them.I got them inside Monique's room and slammed the door shut, I didn't bother hooking the chain to Monique's collar, I knew they weren't going anyplace.When I walked into the kitchen Jim was already sitting at the table eating breakfast."Hey Buddy, get a good nights sleep?" Tara was on the floor, on her hands and knees to be precise. She cast a quick glance toward me, then buried. "There's more. The bride is going to be dealing with Hollywood. No one here knows the ropes. I can't keep you in LA, but you have skills that are hard to find here. I will introduce the two of you and see how you get along. Just so you know, Sheila was the only thing Triple A and I talked about." Roxanna had looked skeptical, until I mentioned Aaron Aldermann. It had been her job to know who did what in the studios. AAA had called us. That sort of thing told stories Roxanna could understand.It.