If only people knew. Usually my perfume consists of healthy sweat and maybe a bit of cunt juice dabbed under my arms and between my breasts.Anyway, at...the moment, I needed a shower, because I'd been kinda horny since I got up, and my mother keeps the house godawful hot. Actually, I like heat and hate the cold with a passion, but going from the very warm house to the very cold outside always made me nuts. Inside, it's t-shirt and shorts, outside, it's fucking parka.Terri, no doubt having no idea. It was a Tuesday, and Tuesdays were always bad, and would be worse, following a Monday holiday. She had a lot of friends at the Record-Herald, and she knew that if she walked in there this morning, that everything would come to a screeching halt for an hour or more, and what the people there lost during the day, they'd make up during the evening. She thought she'd go in tomorrow, instead, mail day, maybe pitch in to get the paper out -- help with the inserts, like she'd done in high school, or. But rather than reaching for me, he said curtly, “Go get the suitcase.”The suitcase isn’t really a suitcase. It is an old-fashioned black leather Gladstone bag that looks a lot like what doctors used to carry in the old days. It opens from the top and inside are two compartments that are perfect for keeping all sorts of ropes, whips, restraints, and of course, paddles.I hurried to the closet in the bedroom and brought back the bag. After I set it at his feet, I opened it and then stood there. This particular September night was unusually warm so she,d not bothered with a jacket only a light sweater over her dress. The handsome guy she chose did a double take when she faced him and with a smile opened her thighs just for him to reveal her knickerless hairy fanny that was already oozing her lubricating juices. Often when she put on her “hunting outfit” I,d get so turned on we,d have to have a quickie or Sarah give me a blow job or my cock would be too hard to walk comfortably with and.