She ordered me to come in the room.I felt ashamed of what I had done and so I did not look in to her eyes while entering the room. She said to me that... she knew what he was upto, trying to touch her body and spying her every time. I told it was by mistake. She said but I liked ur mistake and she wants her self to be touched more . Hearing this I thought what a whore she is and she wanted more of me touching her.so without wasting time I went towards her pressed her boobs they were big enough to. It's not 100% nylon because there is some Spandex in the mix, but that's great for me because I actually prefer my panties that way. But with these panties I would get to experience something very similar to nylon, and most of the stories of guys enjoying their Mom's panties I like feature nylon panties, so it's win-win.I asked and she told me the price. Expensive indeed. But now I was beyond a point of no return, so I told her I'd take them.So here I am, writing about this experience while. I walked in to it knowing that I'll be submitting myself to someone for an exchange of some form of finance. Who am I? Who have I become? I've become the woman I've often fantasized about in my adolescent years. I look him straight in the eyes as I take off my shoes and tell him I knew he'd want this mid-way through dinner. The dark circles around his eyes, boyish good looks and slim frame hides the dark desires of his soul, but his piercing eyes looking right into mine tells me he's anything. Erica wasn’t tied tightly, Rachel and Willow left some slack for her to squirm around, but the sheer number of leather coming from so many angles was enough to keep Erica from doing anything more than impotently shake. Her waist was firmly stuck in place and incapable of any movement. Erica let out a heavy breath. She garbled something unintelligible into the ballgag, but not urgently. Rachel shook her head. “You know we can’t understand you.”There were more unintelligible words. Willow took a.