![]() ![]() She stood up, held out her hand to draw him to his feet, and led him like a child to her bedroom. "Well then, you had better come with me." His too vigorous shake gave him away, and Desiree pursed her lips and stopped her questioning. "My skirts, silk slips maybe? - My panties?" "I think it's something feminine about me. "You desire me, don't you," she said, " - or something?" She dropped her chin into the cleft of her blouse as if to judge him better. His face made a shocked, 'Certainly not' shape. He hadn't even thought it through properly - how he was going to try and tell her what he wanted to. The directness of her question cut through all the pretence, but that didn't help him with what to say. ![]() She was inclined towards a smile, he could tell, then she drew herself up, crossed her legs with her hands on her top knee and asked him: "Why have you come, Lindsey?" Her lips were a delicious carmine red and her hair drawn back, adding to her presence. They sat opposite each other on armchair and settee, and Lindsey dried up - couldn't think of a thing to say. She played with her dark blue beads as she watched her young son-in-law and led the way into the sitting room. Just show me what you want me to do."ĭesiree was not a woman of sudden movements. I'll give you a hand - any jobs you need doing. Or have you come to give me a hand with this and that?" "You want some company, Lindsey? I can understand that. The door opened, and there she was, in an orange and silver striped blouse and narrow charcoal skirt to below the knee. He was quite capable of talking to his Mother-In-Law sensibly - so that's what he was going to do. Mechanically he hurried to the door, took the lift and came to her door, petrified. ![]() He didn't want her looking down at him as he walked into her building. He parked the car in the lot, out of sight of her windows, thank goodness. What was she going to say? Would she go ballistic? Would she laugh in his face? Would she hear him out, then get straight on the phone to her daughter? She would hold his life in her hands. His plan of massive hopes was about to be put to the test - with a woman who would know nothing about it until he opened his mouth - until he confessed his infatuation his desperate need. His hair was standing on end as he got into the car and set off for Desiree's condominium. I was wondering if I could c-come on over?"Īnother agonising pause, then "Yes. "Er, Selina's gone on her business weekend." He hesitated as if barely poking his toe in the water. He knew he had to dive straight in or he would lose his way with wimpish dithers and mumbles and end up ringing off. There was a moment's pause, then: "Lindsey." Then he sat at the phone, shaking with nerves - and rang his Mother-In-Law. Was his courage up to this? He waited quarter of an hour, until he was sure Selina wouldn't be coming back for her bag or anything, then he dashed up to the bathroom and scrubbed himself up into twice the guy he usually was. He was frightened and exhilarated at the same time. He had been planning his fantasy fulfillment for weeks, ever since she had told him she would be away for the weekend of April 16th, and here it was at last. Making money, that was what she was all about, he thought. The door didn't exactly slam shut after her, but Selina was adept at putting her husband down at any time, and that's how Lindsey Jackson felt this time as his wife set off on her business weekend. I'll see you on Monday, and it would be nice to have dinner on the table when I walk in." The curious babysitter soon learns how humiliatingly effective it is being gagged with such dirty panties which also triggers her gag reflex and causes her to gag on them too." - and for God's sake, find something better to do while I'm away than sitting in front of that damned computer. Smith seems to like about this kinky stuff. Smith’s well-worn panties and wrap bondage tape over her mouth and around her head to find out what Mrs. The young snoop decides to make and record an experiment in which she will shut herself up with Mrs. Smith must be either gagging someone or getting gagged with the panties herself. Smith would keep dirty panties and bondage tape in the same drawer and the only thing she can think of is that Mrs. Smith’s bedroom drawer where she found a pink roll of bondage tape next to a large pair of white soiled panties. Snooping babysitter Princess Cica have gone through Mrs. ![]()
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