He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt without my ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.
I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.
It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.
He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge, and the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.
I was happy Kelly didn’t stay t
