I was in the kitchen sipping water as I heard the door open. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him walk towards me with a towel about his waist, ho...lding my panties in his hand. "Why were these in front of my door?" he asked, obviously happy to see them. "I figured...I'd try to get more comfortable," I said with a sly grin. "Comfortable, eh? Well that's fine." He was sitting in the living room watching TV. I figured I'd come in and join him. My dad and I were very close, so spending time with. *****A further three weeks passed with Ray stuck in 'The Hole' with a,frequently drugged, water supply, presented to him like the dripperbottles used to provide water to laboratory rats in their cages.He now neither knew, nor cared, how long he had been in captivity, allhe knew was that every limb ached in every muscle. His feet crampedfrequently, his calves and thighs also. His arms were so numb hecouldn't lift them, his screams of pain from the recurring pins andneedles in all his extremities. He removed his paws from Jessica’s back and placed them alongside her hips. He quickly found out that this gave him more thrusting power and he quickly regained his rhythm. Jessica could feel that Buster was getting closer, as the pressure building at the thin piece of fabric overlying her vaginal opening was gaining more and more intensity before his cock would eventually glance off. Jessica was confident that the integrity of her panties would hold, but the ever- increasing force generated by. Maynard herself. She sat smiling, looking at me over her thin black glasses. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a prim ponytail and as usual not a single strand of hair fell on her face. By the looks of it, she had been busy reading over some papers till I had entered. Her slim body was dressed in a black suit and from under the desk I could see her bare legs slanting diagonally in a very feminine way. Her feet were encased in a pair of black pumps. It's obvious, I mused, that black is.