My only complaint was about wearing them to work. Sometimes, the lace was damn uncomfortable! And one day Janice gave me crotchless panties to wear. C...rotchless! This meant that my penis kept slipping out of my underwear all day long, where it would rub, uncomfortably, against the fabric of my pants. You have no idea what torture is until you spend a day with your penis hanging out of your underwear, being assaulted on all sides by lace.And don't get me started on the thongs. Ugh. Sitting all. As Kenneth pulled his dick out of me with a plop, I felt empty, but the feeling soon went away as my hole returned to its usual state.We showered slowly, talking about various innocuous events and news, such as the weather, the Olympics, and the latest fashions. We toweled ourselves dry and made our way to the kitchen, where we filled up with coffee and toast.Kenneth had to be at work, so he dressed, kissed Maria goodbye, and warned her that she better give me a good time or else."God I hate. She’d have a look in the bar. Maybe there was a phone in there she could use.She entered the bar. It was unusually full. A thick smoke hung in the air. The bar went quiet as she opened the door. A few guys were playing pool. Some where playing cards. Other just stood at the bar. They all stopped what they were doing and stared at her.Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with your blouse almost see through from the rain, your skirt sticking to your legs making your suspended. He always comes up with hot ideas for sex that makes it more interesting.It started to get dark and after an hour and half of drive, it was night time. He slid down the highway. I asked where was he taking us.He stopped the car near an old hotel. It was a closed one and the building was crumbling. I asked him what he was going to do. He went out and opened my door. He lifted me from my seat and took me to the building.There was one small room and in the room was a cot. The room had no roof and.