." she pauses and touches her lower lip.Kathryn opens her purse, retrieves an old rose gold compact and flicks it open."Ah, thank you," she says and t...urns to Claire."Your panties, my pet," she instructs, bringing up her hidden hand and holding it open."My... my..." Claire stammers, "panties?" Yes. Now, please."Claire's eyes flick to Angela's face, seeing a little carnivorous smile play across her lips. She reaches under the table, under her skirt, wiggling on the smooth leather seat, as she. But he stopped himself, picked up the pizza and took it into the huge dining room. It was his work room. His office at home. The table was handmade. It had been made inside the room and that was why it was still there. The only way to take it out would be to take it apart. The old owners hadn't wanted the hassle and had sold it to him with the house.It made the perfect place to spread out work.He segregated the table into two sections, one for each victim. The files were open, pictures taken. I carefully peered thru, and noticed a red shirt. It was the boy we had passed a while ago. I whispered in her ear who it was. She smiled and mouthed "really? I just smiled back. To my joy she faced the hole and took a step closer with me still holding her skirt up. Her panties now 1/2 an inch from the hole. Slowly a finger appeared and started stroking her panties. I watched as the lad caressed the thin material then try to work its way in side them. Sally then slowly pulled them to one side. Vi eyed me, a predatory glint her eye, and wrapped her tail around my waist, hoisting me up her body and placing my face between her soft breasts, she pressed them together with her upper arms, squashing the massive, malleable orbs around my head. She held me until I began to struggle, huffing at me, then released me. My erection rubbed against her tantalizing loins, their heat radiating into me.“Ok I got you off, now can we leave?”She delved into my hair with her fingers, running her dull.