When I came up for a breath, she would count to three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired of this she had me wash her entire bo...y. When I finished, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet towel to dry off with. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was. You ready? you ask, not really waiting for an answer. Wait. I want to see myself in your eyes as I fuck you. You pull the blindfold off, and Im immediately entranced by your green eyes staring deep into my grey ones. And then you thrust forward, and I tilt my head back as the sensation rocks my body. You grab me by the hair though and forcefully make me face you again. Look at me you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels. When I got up, I cleaned up my cum from the floor and put the panties in my pocket. There was no way I was gonna put them back. I had found my favorite pair. And I hadn't tainted them with my cum. So I went to the kitchen and grabbed a ziplock freezer bag. I sealed the panties in there and put them in my drawer. Now I could seal her freshness and take them out whenever I wanted sniff her womanhood. But this was just a band-aid for my affliction. After many jerk off session, I felt that I need. I stared in shock at the sight of Jenny, white-faced and as angry as I'd ever seen her."Jenny? What are you... How did..." Her unexpected presence derailed coherent thought and her lips curled slightly at the sight of me reduced to a stuttering mess. I took a breath and started again. "How did you find me?" The question popped out of my mouth like one of those air driven bingo ball machines. There were so many questions; it could have been any one of them."You gave me a detective agency, I had.