Even if she walked as close to the camera as her chain would allow, standing tall, her whole body from head to toe would still be captured for everyon... to see. For an hour each week, her every move was scrutinised, recorded, and viewed by hundreds of total strangers. That was the thrill: letting herself submit completely, to practically be someone else, or maybe even to be her true self.Her friends would never understand, Christine realised. She obviously couldn't tell them what she got up to. I had no idea what to do. I was so worried that the man had seen my face and could tell the shop keeper I had been playing with myself. I just knew that I was in big trouble; however, for some reason I decided to look quickly in the hole as I was about to leave. Turning I saw the very first cock other than mine in real life. I was mezmerized. I stopped for just a second and saw the man put a finger in the edge of the hole and kind of gave me a come hither action with his index finger. I turned. But my wife didn’t have the greatest panties. Mostly Hanes and other brands that come 5 to a pack. I began to suggest that we go to Victoria’s Secret and get something sexier. And what an amazing thrill. I loved being in the store with her, bashfully suggesting different pairs. Panties that I wanted to wear and jerk off to, and by the way, she could wear them too when I wasn’t jerking in them. At that time, she didn’t know of my obsession, but probably suspected. Man, did I love that panty. " You could find out by pissing standing up next time. Then you don't show them too much of your sweet pussy, but still are peeing in front of them." Sweet pussy?" Sandra asked teasingly."Like you don't know that you have a sweet pussy. Everything is just perfect with you," Nicole said."As if you have seen that many pussies already," Heather said."Probably a lot more than you have," Nicole giggled."Are you into girls then?" Heather asked, somewhat surprised."Girls, boys, men or women ... if I'm.