Theywere a little worn, but they fit me perfectly. When I had found themin the neighbors' trash can, I had known that they would be nice towear. I h...ad been hoping for a break like that. I had taken them homeand secretly washed them. I took off my clothes and put them on. Panties...! They felt sogood on me. They looked so good! No fly in front: these were *girl's*clothes. I loved girl's clothes, and the panties were the first pieceof girl's clothes I had ever owned. I ran my hands. ? Alone again, I had tried to get loose, butfound that not only could I not loosen anything, I was actually hurtingmyself.? I had begun to panic, theinitial shock wearing off.? With the gagin my mouth, I had started to find it hard to breath and had to concentrate tomake myself slow down my breathing.? OnceI had managed to calm a little bit, I had become aware of a slight breeze on mybody.? The more I focused on my body, themore I realised that I was naked. I had just begun to worry about this. Suzanne recognized it. It was theheadquarters of the local German security services. The building housed offices,barracks, prison cells and, it was whispered around Rouen, a torture chamber. They entered the building through a side door and went down several passageways,the Gestapo agents flanking her and indicating turns with a light touch onthe arm. Finally they stopped in front of a solid looking wooden door, markedonly by an anonymous number. One of the Gestapo men opened the door and. Then a shameful thought crossed my mind. I had never noticed what a nice ass she had. I snapped out of the lustful stare, she was my daughter. Then she bent over to get a pan from the lower cabinets. Those little shorts rode up even higher and made her puffy labia visible through their denim confines. That was all I could take. “Kimberly Lynn, what on earth are you wearing?” I asked in a scornful voice as I entered the kitchen. She was terrified by my abrupt entrance to the point that she.