She fell asleep surrounded by the smell of herself strong in the enclosed cocoon. Feeling around for an accessible corner of the blanket so that she could yoink it out from under her, Michelle wondered if his fetish for wet panties was tied to the need a woman feels when she’s wanting. Xxnx Her hips rolled forward arching her back, as her prickling nerves curled her toes. Michelle sat back after copy and pasting the last of their chat conversation to read over again, that last command hanging heavy in the air. When she brought her hands back down, she let them drag behind her neck and down, over her collar bone and down between her breasts to her belly, only touching skin where the silk had fallen open. This proved to be a mistake in efforts—Michelle was dangling her tether from the finger of one
