You probably don't remember it, but I told you one time that he likes to watch me use them."One of her new memories flashed and Claire shuddered."John...does, too. He watched me one time after the accident," she said. "That's not a good memory, though." Danny and John couldn't be more different," said Cindy. "I feel wonderful when he's there. I feel so wicked and he has such fun watching." John had fun too, but it felt dirty." I doubt it was fun for him," said Cindy. "He destroyed yours, after. She saw her dirty clothes basket reflected in the mirror as she brushed. Laying on top was the pair of knickers she'd removed after her naughty session sitting on the toilet masturbating. She remembered that they'd been rather soiled. She panicked a little thinking that Max must've seen them. She felt worse when she realised he must've moved them there from the floor where she'd left them. She turned around went over to the basket and picked them up. Her heart pounded as she inspected the white. "The delivery man (who was actually a girl) stood grinning at the sight ofme in my working clothes trying to fight off (and failing miserably) aman telling me that he loved me. I realised that this gesture was soromantic. I stopped struggling and melted to his kiss sobbing, "And Ilove you, so very much!"Eventually the delivery girl asked, "Excuse me, but where do you want theflowers?"I looked at her in confusion as I had totally forgotten about her,stammering I said, "Oh sorry, here I'll take. His hand slide up my knee and he squeezed my cock through my panties.Before we went in I asked him if Jim knew what kind of "girl" I was and he assured me that he not only knew but that was part of the reason he agreed to our arrangement.I was still very nervous as Mark lead me into the office of the garage. Jim was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork. Jim was an average looking guy, maybe in his 50's, not fat but not in that great of shape. I was thinking it could be a lot worse. There.