Chapter Fifteen
Coda
We drove to Mother Marta’s church in the morning and chatted with our friends there after the service.
“I want to go shopping before our hike,” Reva said, and that was that.
She had me buy another pair of frilly panties and pantyhose for myself, while she tried on one lingerie outfit after another. She had me offer my opinions while she modeled each one. It was like my own personal erotic lingerie modeling session, except I was caged, so as much as my c**k wanted to giddyup, it couldn’t, which became a dull agony. She noticed, of course, and had me pull down my pants in her changing room, which was larger than any other I’d seen — it was an upscale place. She saw my precum ready to drip — my frilly underpants were already damp with it — swept it up with her finger,
