He had a good body for his age and I loved seeing his slight hairy chest with a line of hair running down his belly and then a few hairs poking out th... top of his boxers, he loved to tan and I could see why mum found him attractive. Home life seemed very natural and to be honest I never knew any different. My dress of choice around the house was always a big tee shirt and panties although my panties were very bland and girlish until one Christmas Mum and Paul bought me a selection of thongs. We could have used someone like you. Fiona had hoped you would understand and help us, but I knew better."The voice wasn't familiar at all. "Who are you?" I asked again.This time, I was answered by silence. Whoever had me probably intended to do something very unkind to me. For the most part I was helpless to stop him. I could only hope that one of my girls could help.My captor continued dragging me along. We passed through countless doors and even rode the elevator higher into the building.. Myndee didn’t have to be an employee ... she was independently wealthy ... but living arrangements other than the status quo ... were unthinkable.Her single foray into internet romance was with a New Zealand sheepherder. It ended Baadly. (“Forgive me. I couldn’t help it,” he said sheeplessly.)Not only were they cycled together, they started at the same minute. We needed “feminine” products. Not exactly WE, but they. Situations like this ... leave me blushing.Abby was experiencing her first year. A few days later I was with her to put some new plants that she had brought into the soil. When I stood in the room and she went to get the money I had earned, I couldn't help feeling the underwear she had just folded at the table. This was so exciting and it felt incredibly wonderful. What would I have liked to have taken such panties! When I got home, I took a velvet-soft tiger-printed panties from my mother's dresser drawer and masturbated while thinking of the woman in the garden.I often.