"Why did you do that?" I asked."Just so that I had a record of you in panties." And she went into heroffice. By the time I pulled up my jeans and foll...wed she had the picsdown loaded on to her computer and was sending them god knows where bye-mail."Just my little insurance," she said smiling and then took my hand andled me back into the bedroom."Oh I also purchased you some other little items if you like panties somuch, you will probably like these as well." And she emptied out anotherbag which. As we entered the cemetery, the tour guide explained that New Orleans cemeteries were often referred to as "Cities of the Dead," as below-ground burial was not possible there due to the water table. The dead are interred in crypts that do, indeed, resemble miniature houses, their architecture mimicking the style of New Orleans at large. The crypts are arranged in lanes, and some are even surrounded by ironwork fences.The group meandered along, twittering and occasionally elbowing each other, as. .chain you...whip you.." Aaaaah! Oooooh!" my fair head tossed from side to side as I wailed mylonging, not caring how I sounded to the giggling, sneering servants, inwhose iron grip I remained. My silk-stockinged thighs began to rub togetherwith an erotic hissing sound.Helen's lovely hand worked its dark magic, now teasingly frigging myconsiderable shaft. Oh God, I shall climax, I suddenly thought, but did notcare. I was the utter captive of my aching need.Helen's other hand tickled and teased. My god I don't know what I would have done without him these last 2 years. Sometimes she forgot he was not a little boy anymore. She could not be 100% sure but it felt like his penis had gotten hard when she was sitting in his lap this morning. Susan felt a little guilty. It had been so long since she had a man's erection poking her in the ass she had almost forgotten how good it felt. For a moment she had allowed herself to pretend it was Ron that was holding her, instead of her son. "Oh well.