That's extreme, disgusting and extreme.
I assume you'll not be sniffing any more of my panties, will you? Her orgasm was more important than mine.
I'm wearing them again tomorrow, lover.
I quickly became lost in my relatively simple task, I quickly became lost in massaging her feet, her ankles, her calves.
Tom, who obviously thought of himself as a player, did not merely catch a glimpse of Susan in the black lingerie I'd purchased for her, but was standing in her hotel room, flirting with her, hitting on her, ogling Susan, maybe even touching her, who herself felt naughty and erotic.
I wish Susan would call.