The drive to the house takes twenty-five minutes, but we get there without any incident considering the crazy traffic here. It's nothing like driving ...in the USA, which is now after five years very much my home.I still carry Philippine passport, but I am on my way to carrying a USA passport and that is only a matter of time. In my head, I know I live in the USA. I know when I am there I am not treated like a foreigner, I am treated just like everyone else. If you live in the USA, you probably. I know he must have known I was enjoying this because he began to kiss my ear and neck as he fingered me my butthole and rubbed my sissy balls. I was in heaven with this and the feelings were almost overwhelming, knowing that it was Mr. Phillips and that he knew my secret. I moaned softly gently and parted my legs, allowing him a little better access to me and that's when he took me by both shoulders and rolled me onto my tummy. I laid there, waiting to see what he wanted to do to me. Mr.. I stood there in stunned silence, we were standing in the middle of her patio, in the early evening half light, me now pulling on a pair of Michelle’s still warm panties. She took the pair that until 30 seconds earlier I had been wearing and stepped into them. She swiftly pulled them up to the tops of her now very visibly thighs and to my delight I saw the very neatly trimmed triangle of her pussy. As the light caught the soft curls of her velvety soft mound, I could make out the folds of her. As I looked I came across a lone bag in the bottom of the wardrobe. I recognised the label as a very high end lingerie brand. Taking a peek inside I could see that all the items still had their labels attached. "Did you buy this for your wife, Daniel?" He nodded silently. "Awww but she hasn't worn it for you?" Again in silence he shook his head. I began unpacking the bag and laying it's contents on the bed. A soft pink lace bra, pink lace suspender belt and a tiny matching pink lace thong along.