Taking the panties, a pink lace thong number, I turned, bent over to put them on. Big mistake, Swish...Smack right on my exposed ass. She obviously re...membered my pink ass from earlier. I should have looked at more than her ass on the walk to the back of the store. The riding crop must have been in her hands already.Swish...Smack "Any time now Sissy Boy, I have other customers."I pulled the panties on, enduring three more smacks of the crop. Turning around to face her, I felt the riding crop. Just for today.”“What about you, Bobo?” Corec asked.“By the time we get there, it’ll be too late to get started in the library, but I should at least stop by and make sure they’ll let me in. I can work on that while you’re looking for a wizard.”“All right, let’s get going then.”Three and a half hours later, Corec and Bobo reached the city center and split up, planning to meet after running their errands, so they could head back to the camp together.It took Corec another thirty minutes to reach. Just before I came, I absent-mindedly wrapped them around my seven inch shaft and sprayed cum all over the black bikini-style panties. Oh shit! What was I thinking?! I couldn’t just sneak these back into the laundry basket like I had with the others. She would find them crusted with my semen! I decided that the only move for me to make would be to shove them into the bottom of my luggage and hope that she didn’t notice they were missing. The next day was our last before we all left the. She told me her story and how she wanted to leave her husband and how she had told him, but how he hadnt took it so well. I said I understood. I had known a few of the types before–those guys that marry the first piece they ever come inside. I told her so but said it was different with him, maybe because of his religion. She wrote back that she didnt care. She wanted an American man to come over and lay her right. I told her I was a beer drinking, truck driving, American boy from way back. She.