“I told you not to wear pantyhose, Nadine.” I pulled out the elastic waistband on her hose then used the pen to tear a long jagged rip in the seat. “C-call…” she finally managed. Xxx sex Then I punched in the numbers to call my own phone, which was set to ‘Vibrate’ – and currently residing in the crotch of Nadine’s panties. She would have to alternate. In fact, I’d anticipated that possibility: I knew that during our lunchtime encounter she had been taken very far very quickly, and that afterwards her first reaction might be denial. “I’m ss-sorry.” She managed to hold my gaze – knowing that if she looked away I would only shake her again – as I went on, “And what were you supposed to say when you
