The task was to find the sexiest, dirty panties in the washroom, so you decide not to rock the ship and pocket your wife's favorite pair instead of the thong.
After showering and drying you awkwardly squeeze yourself into the panties. You can't help but laugh as you look at yourself in the mirror. You chuckle as you make coy, girly poses. You mutter under your breath, "This is fucking ridiculous."
Still, being forced to wear panties for a day is going to be relatively easy. You could think of worse things to be forced to do.
By time you get dressed and head downstairs you hear Melissa in the washroom preparing the load. That was a close one. You decide it’s probably best to just get to work instead of risking your wife or daughter noticing any uncomfortableness.
“Hun,” you call into the washroom, “I have an early meeting this morning, so I’m just going to grab something on the way in.” |