She put the blanket and her bra in the bag, pulled out a lacy thong and pulled it on. It was a red one too. The bra, the skirt and the thong, a perfec... match. When she got up after landing, there was a very wet patch on the seat. She got up even before I did and got past me into the aisle and just walked away, no good bye or no other gesture. Her hips swaying and surely arousing the many men who were still seated by the aisle and many of them wondering if she is wearing panties under that. The room was warm & comfortable - thick rug that added sponginess to one's step. Low light. Fragrant flowers all around. But, she did notice there were no windows. It was so quiet in this room. As she looked around she began to notice other things - a wall that contained handcuffs and some chains. Some sort of machine was directly set up in the middle of the room. It contained a cusioned seat with plush fabric covering it. It also contained ropes, pulleys, and many other things she couldn't. Jackson shrugged,"I suppose I didn't assume we were exclusive," he said, "that's why I didn't mind you banging your co-worker on the side." Samantha blushed bright red, and Cynthia threw her head back and laughed aloud. She not only didn't realize I knew ... But she also thought we were exclusive at the time? Jackson considered whether or not to be offended, and finally shrugged it off."I didn't ... I wasn't..." Samantha stammered. She turned to Cynthia, no doubt hoping to find someone to back. Again there was a second photo of them kissing beside her car after they had left, Jeremy's hand clearly caressing her breast.Angilee's mouth dropped open in surprise and fear."Terry... I don't know what to say." How long Angilee? How long have you been fucking him?" A... a few weeks. We met at the ballpark. I don't know what got into me." Oh it's pretty evident what got into you. How many fucked you that night at the nightclub?" No, you don't understand," she lied, "I was there, yes, I admit.