."I growled, "and I can help carry anything I kill or skin."She looked down, "yes my mate."I sighed, "start that and I will spank your butt."She grinn...d and finally looked up at a large tree. I followed her look and saw a rope bridge across the river going from the upper branches. I set my pack down, "put the hide down."I went through the pack and pulled out a strong cord. I tied one end to the hide before shouldering my pack, "climb up."Kesha nodded and moved to the tree where wooden pegs had. You’re the man of this family and you’re about to be my husband,”I was dressed in a white, long sleeve shirt and khakis with my western boots. Nadine is wearing a skirt I had never seen. Not that she wears much clothes around the house, anyway. This one, she called a pencil-skirt, when I asked her about it.“Some call them a sheath, but most women recognize them as pencil-skirts simply because they fit tight to a woman’s body from her waist to her knees, as this one does. Since you’re driving,. It wasn’t exactly selling my body, but I felt just as dirty as there was no doubt in my mind that Kshitiz had ran back to his office or to his own apartment with my still warm panties to jerk off.I hadn’t really thought about my underwear being an object of sexual desire until Kshitiz had requested them, but as I thought about it I could see why men might find them appealing. They were the garment that covered and protected my most intimate of places. After being worn they do carry the aroma of. The guy was flirting with me without saying it, but he was watching me, smiling and showing all signs of interest in me, I tried my best to loosen up a little, smile back at him and I tried making a show for him under the table to the best I could, flashing some of my assets to the best I could, I managed to unbutton a couple of buttons of my shirt without being noticed or seen, showing part of my cleavage, but I was wearing a bra under my shirt, I was also wearing some panties under my skirt.