Luckily, my husband wasn’t home when I arrived, and I was able to avoid explaining to him why I had gone shopping again.On Wednesday, I dressed simi...larly to the previous day but this time it was a blue short-sleeve top, a white pencil skirt, and fishnet lace top thigh-high stockings. The best part about the outfit was the mesh bikini panty I was wearing that was completely invisible even under the thin and tight skirt.When I arrived at work in the morning, Mr. Boyd again had me pick up the. "Take your panties off then, let me see your cunt. Let me see how wet you got." Without any hesitation, I raised my hips up off the chair and did as he asked, pushing my panties down. "Oh yes," he groaned, "you cunt looks really wet. I bet you'd love to feel my hard cock inside you right now wouldn't you?" The web-cam was still trained on his cock as I unbelievably replied. "Oh yes," I whispered, "Yes, yes." "Open your cunt lips so I can see where you want me to put my cock," he typed. As if in. Joe, aware that he would be turning into his feminine alter ego right after he let Beth know that he had arrived home safely, moved the Saturn out of the garage and onto the parking pad. Then, switching vehicles, he prudently backed his trusty Jeep Cherokee into the outbuilding that pulled triple duty as a combination garage, storeroom and workshop. Given the distance, there was not much chance of Beth turning up unexpectedly on his doorstep one day for a surprise visit. However, should that. Iwas trapped. She could tell my daughter what I had just done.I slowly opened my mouth while Sara stuffed in her thong. There I was,helpless, standing in front of this young coed with her panties in mymouth and with one piece of lace, hanging out from my lips. Saralaughed and took out her cell phone to snap a quick picture of my face.Sara then told me to take her thong home as a reward for being such agood boy. She told me to make sure I wore them that night to bed.I was hard as a rock as Sara.