I double-check the email and put on the baby pink ones with white lace trim.
I work up a sweat in the gym: exercise bike, running, and the rowing machine.
Back home, legs spread, I run the vibe over my pantie-covered clit whilst watching porn.
I throw my head back and let the orgasm flow out of me, soaking the flimsy fabric.
I take a souvenir picture of my spread legs framing the wet patch on the panties.
I slip them off, put them into a ziplock bag, and head to the Post Office.
That’ll help with this month’s rent.
