Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I couldn’t believe my eyes! I had never seen a plumber in panties before. He was checking out the pipes under my sink. I had a leak. He bent down to take a peek. And there they were, clear as day. But oh so frayed. The light pink lace trim had separated from the silky bottoms. I couldn’t help but stare. He quickly turned and caught me looking. Automatically reaching back, he felt the exposed lace band. He turned a bright shade of red. I flashed a reassuring smile. He began to stutter as he felt the need to explain. I could tell he was so embarrassed. There’s no need to explain, I assured him. But he continued. “It’s the only pair I have. I managed to steal them from my wife a long time ago. I have to wash them by hand late every night while she’s asleep. I’m too embarrassed to buy any myself. Nobody knows about my fetish. Well, I guess you do now. I’m so ashamed” he confessed.
Plumber In Panties
I told him to follow me. Then I lead him to my boudoir. I opened up my massive panty drawers. His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, or a woman in a shoe store. I told him to feel free to look through them and pick out several pairs to take home. His hands were trembling as he delicately caressed the panties. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a moan of ecstasy. I wasn’t sure if he just came in his panties or was about to. So I glanced down and saw that his cock was hard as a rock under his pants. All of a sudden, his eyes grew wide. I looked down into my drawer to see what had him so turned on. It was my dildo. I forgot I had left it in my panty drawer. His hand found it. And when it did, there was no question that he came in his panties. So I let him take that with him as well.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453