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12-5 Panties for sale

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 12-5 Panties for Sale

by Stack of Books

(2018words)

Tonight, I drove round to BSB headquarters when I knew Bindi would be out with the others delivering food to a client. This was the best and favourite part of the job as far as she was concerned. Before going, she would put on a nice sari (never western clothes), apply very careful and understated (not vulgar) makeup, wear dangly earrings, and adorn her very long hair (still past her buttocks) with colourful ribbons and sparkling chains of diamonds. The first time I saw her like this, I didn't recognise her at all - until this unknown Indian princess who I assumed was a visiting dignitary's wife, walking past me in the corridor, leaned into my face, slipped me some tongue and whispered her catchphrase in a dusky and recognisable voice: Hey Stevie-boy, I need it up both holes later tonight.

She was definitely a people person, and thoroughly enjoyed meeting her hosts, and then mucking in with the other helpers she occasionally hired if the job was big enough, ...

... setting up the heated tables for the main dishes, arranging the normal tables for other mains and desserts and supervised everything so it looked perfect when everyone walked in. Almost always she got a round of applause when the guests saw it, then she disappeared into the night leaving them to their nosh, returning later after all had gone home bloated and satiated, in denim shorts, trainers, old T-shirt, and hair tied up, as packing up was always a messy business.

Of course, Beth and Suze were always with her at starts and finishes, but were more than happy to let her take the lead. It was after all her house, the business mainly her idea, and she was the more skilful in cooking, and there was no jealousy or bad feeling about it.

Anyway, back to tonight's mission: when Bindi first moved in with us after her parents left for India, she and I had a thing going on. One of our rituals was that I wanked into her used knickers from the linen basket, for her to find and wear the next day, heavily encrusted and itchy as hell.

Obviously, with the tragedy of her parents' death, that had all stopped, but now she'd moved out to BSB HQ House, I decided to start up this little game again.

I sneaked in through the back door (no idea why they gave me the keys to the place - these were the only times I used them), and crept up to her room. Found her basket, picked out the ones with the thickest mucus layer and biggest skidmark, with actually a small piece of poop stuck to it. To ...