Cecelia
The only sexy underwear I owned was a black babydoll sleep set that I’d bought for myself on my last birthday. I’d never had the occasion to wear it for anyone, so after taking it out of the package and trying it on, I had promptly folded it back up and put it away. Now as I adjusted the straps and checked my rear end in the mirror, you could still see the crease marks from the folds. I tucked my breasts into the cups and wondered if they were already getting larger, because I didn’t remember it fitting quite this snug.
There was a knock at the door, and I could hear the urgency through the reverberation. Becky stuck her head in the room. “Come on! He’s ready!”
Ellis might be ready, but I certainly was not. I swallowed down the feeling of revulsion and picked up a tube of muscle
