The bra and panties I have on aren’t exactly skimpy – I was expecting to perform a burial and not consummate a quasi-marriage after all. But though the panties rise high up my hips and reach low on my thighs they are of exquisite black lace to match that which trims my formidable bra. I simply don’t own any unsexy underwear you know. Remembering Drew’s awe and frenzy at seeing me in lingerie before, I choose to leave these on for the time being. Turning back to my abashed yet dazzled slave I let him feast his eyes while I deliberately arrange a bower of plumped-up pillows for him to recline on. Then taking charge of his upcoming deflowering I push him down supine on these, his bound p***s already throbbing visibly as it juts so emphatically up.
Looming above my trembling young initiate I
