It was a sheer white G-string panty. She couldn’t believe it. Were they really going to give her this underwear to wear?She put on the tiny piece of... fabric. The small string simply disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks. Claire was so embarrassed, she had rarely ever even wore a thong before, much less something this skimpy. She sighed, surely when she got the position she could ask for some more comfortable underwear. She struggled to pull the scrub bottoms up. Now unsurprisingly to Claire,. On contact, Katie’s legs trembled and she moaned, “Oh yes, yes, Daddy.”Clark’s tongue lanced into her, savoring her sex, sweeping the length of her slit top to bottom, over and over, dipping into her channel and her rosy petals. Katie’s pussy tasted sweet and he lapped up her nectar slowly in no hurry to stop. With his hands on her pussy, he spread her labia wide open so he could enter her tight, gushing sexpot with his mouth. Her pink clitty looked like a fresh rosebud and he scooped it up. I was frozen. I realised what he was doing, he was DRINKING my BLOOD. I started to feel weaker and weaker. Until finally he pulled away and I collapsed. The last thing I felt before losing consciousness was him, carrying me in his arms.I awoke in a bedroom that was not my own. It was large, huge wooden bookshelves were around the room. And in a corner, there was a roaring fire. Then I looked at the bed. It was huge; the bedspread was silk and the colour of blood. BLOOD! All of the memories. There areideas about masculinity that run so deep. What's important is that Iknow now. And I understand. I'm not upset. And if liking to wearpanties has anything to do with how good you are in bed... you know, withyour mouth... well then, I'm the opposite of upset."I smiled sheepishly. My cheeks grew warm. I knew I was blushing. Beingable to please her so fully as I did was a point of pride for me. Upuntil then I guess I'd considered it compensation for her, because I wassilently.