‘What are you waiting for?’ she asked. ‘This is not some little peep show. Get busy or I will tell John. One word from me and you will be out of... work’ ‘Yes ma’am’ I said. I reached under her dress and began removing her panties. Two things registered in my mind when I got them off of her. One, she had been fucked not too long ago. There was a white cum ring around her pussy lips. Two, she was wearing the same panties she put on after she had been fucked. Cum buildup all in the crotch. I’m sure. "You realise sooner or later the Coalition will work out a counter for this sort of move," Mage Imelda said quietly."I know," I replied. "But at the moment these journeymen and women need face to face experience in dealing with the Coalition rather than have their own Mages or Department team leaders do their thinking and actions for them." They could end up being killed if one of them has a gun," Imelda said watching carefully as the team used their numbers to scrum down and cuff the hapless. When Florence wore it, her black bush and swollen pussy lips were quite visible. When I wore it, my hard cock was shadowed, but it was quite obviously a cock. And best of all, it felt incredibly good and so sexy.Underneath her slip she would be wearing a garter belt, silky stockings, and pair of nylon panties (again pink, and no cotton gusset). She would perch on the edge of a chair, sofa, or her bed and spread her legs. I would walk between her legs, up to her crotch. The top of her slip. It was also in retaliation for the kidnapping of the Beirut CIA station chief the year before, who was still being held captive. Hezbollah was further enraged when it was suggested that Saudi Arabia had paid the CIA to carry out the assassination attempt! And then things seemed even more confusing when information from other sources indicated that Saudi Arabia had also paid money to Hezbollah as an enticement not to launch any attacks on Saudi interests… Megan couldn’t help but wonder what all.