Now young man what can I do for you? You're not still having trouble with the law are you?" No sir, nothing like that. When I got out Dad told me I co...ldn't stay with him and ordered me off his property. When Uncle got sick he told me he was going to leave me what was left of his place out by the lake but he never did. Tater said he was sure he was going to and suggested I come see you to see what the deal was since you were Uncle's attorney."Mr. Harris leaned farther back in his chair and. Seemed like most of the guys she chatted with were more interested in her chest than what she had to say, unless it had to do with getting her room number. And as fun as that was, it got old pretty fast.Adele's table, it seemed, was the nexus of the whole event. For a social butterfly, the blonde didn't flutter about. People fluttered to her. Lily could practically feel the charisma radiate off of Adele. She realized that simply sitting by her side was ten times as validating as an ex-football. She always dressed me for work, lockingme in the tightest body shapers and corsets, frilliest panties, bras andgarter belts, shiniest pantyhose and stockings, largest suitable for longwear butt plugs. It was a good thing that I could wear jeans andsweatshirts to work, hiding my restrictive and uncomfortable yet sexy andconstantly arousing underthings. Every move, every breath reminded me ofwhat I was wearing and what I was denied, every time I sat down I wasimpaled deeper on her cell. My chest involuntarily heaves upward toward you, demanding you notice which parts you’ve missed. You unbutton my jeans, and I gasp, just barely audible. Your deft hands move them just past my hips while your mouth eagerly searches out where the fabric had been. All along my panty line you kiss, and I squirm, which I can tell you find endearing. Stopping to look at me, we lock eyes intensely. I can still see everything that points to, ‘this is right.’ You remove my jeans and panties, and look.