There's no need for you to let the moving stress you."In the afternoon we went to the new apartment to measure all rooms, so we could make a plan for ...the movers. The Italians had cleaned the rooms decently, and for the first time I had the mind to appreciate their work. The kitchen was outstanding! On one of the tables they had left an unopened bottle of Barolo with a little note of love from Giovanno, Marco and Ango, which made Mary blush like a young girl.In the bedroom we decided for a whole. Sweet-Ami collapsed backwards into the armchair, legs splayed, pubic triangle clearly visible through the thin white crotch fabric “Dad’s going to k1ll us – getting back this late with no knickers. He only bought those lovely grey panties yesterday, and now your Mistress has stolen them”.Bindi’s face was only inches from Sweet’s cunt – she could almost taste the aroma of passion fruit and syrup already leaving a small damp patch in the crotch.“I know – why don’t you try these on”? Bindi handed. I tried, pathetically I suppose, to sniff its aroma.A pile of clothes was lying in a corner; I saw a dress, panties, tights, bra and the coat I had first seen her in.I took her by the elbow and started for the stairs, then I had an idea. I grabbed up her coat and some of her clothes; perhaps the kidnapper would think she had freed herself; she wouldn't run off still naked, when she had a coat, would she? When I picked it up I saw a length of the same pink cord which it had been hiding. There. Blood rushed south at the thought of getting to grips with them, and things became uncomfortable in my jeans. With her perfect makeup and beautiful dark hair, it was clear she took care of her appearance. Sexy without being slutty; hot and yet coolly aloof.Cristine continued coming toward me. "Then I guess I'll just have to pay you in-kind, won't I? Is there anything in particular, I can do for you?" she asked, arching her eyebrows and looking pointedly at my groin? Despite my desperation to.