How Liz got her Panties back


"Elizabeth, don't you have a job by now?" Father Joplin almost whined as I came in and took over his job as auctioneer. He just shakes his head and takes a seat with the rest of the pervs, his face defeated.  "Alright fellas, aaanndd...lady..." I trail off, shocked to see Sarah Kaye in there but, hey, it fits actually. I raise my brows and give her an approving head nod as she smiles and waves. "This town is too small to have these auctions every week. Where's the imagination? The mystery of who wore these and what activities did she perform? Not, I know how sloppy Tommy Smith is and he's bumping uglies with Betty Sue, I wonder if half that substance is his custard donut. We are stopping this once a week auction and only meeting every two and a half weeks for the money shot of dirty panty auction. This will keep your mind anxious and your genitals curious." I totally just pulled that out of my ass, but I smile, proud of myself. "Elizabeth, 'we' aren't doing anything different because 'we don't have the authority to change schedules." Father Joplin was starting to irk my nerve. "All in favor?" I directed the question to the room but I look directly at Father Joplin as I raise my hand. "I", the walls echo. They all exit, cracking jokes at what a klutz Tommy Smith is.  I smile directly in Father Joplin's face with a devious grin "I've come to make money. The busier, the better." 






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