(Why is it that red hair looks so terrible on men but wonderful on women?) I liked her a lot. And I am choosing my words here, ‘liked her a lot’ ...oes not mean ‘fancied her rotten’. I suppose I felt quite paternal towards her. She had, strangely, never been out of Scotland before she came to work for us and from conversation over the months I had gathered that her upbringing was not only relatively sheltered but also, in many ways, remarkably deprived. Falling catches and increasingly strict. The move brought the panty covered lips of her sex into full view. The sheer fabric of the flimsy underpants had followed the delicate contours of her sex and the outlines of the little pussy were finally revealed. The next position found her rolled over on her belly. The new pose exposed the full and plump cheeks of her luscious behind with just the brief white panties to cover her back there. The instructor had moved towards her adjusting the leg bands of her panties so more of her unusually. "Sounds like a BIG crowd," I say to you. You just draw shallow breaths, your excitement reaching a peak I've never seen before. "Time to give them a slut to keep them entertained."You say the first words I've heard during the entire drive: "Jesus, I'm wet."We climb the steps to the dock, and I hold the door open for you. As you walk into the big, warehouse an avalanche of catcalls and wolf-whistles rings out. "All right!" Russ hollers above the music, "the pussy is in the house!"I see you. "He heard her sobbing. "Look Mary, just hang in there and I'll be right over." He hung up the phone and went into the garage and found his tool kit, grabbed some industrial strength drain cleaner and walked across the lawn and knocked on Mary's door. She let him in and was wiping the tears from her eyes with a Kleenex."Oh God Jake thanks for coming over." It's alright, now let's go and check on your sink." She led him into the kitchen and he saw that the dishwasher was indeed pouring water into.