Panty life

My day went on, living the life of Susan's panties. She had eventually pulled on a pair of jeans, sealing me into darkness and heat. The material was tight around me and her ass, making me imagine what she looked inside them even though her body was punishing me during the whole time. Everytime she moved or sat down, her muscles would flex and stretch me out. And when she walked, her ass would slowly pull me between her cheeks to be grinded back and forth till she pulled me and her pants down to go to the bathroom. I did my duty, though I didn't have much choice, by absorbing the liquids expelled from her body. Everything from the sweat from her crotch to the urine she missed with the wad of toilet paper across her pussy lips to the sweat that mixed with the poop after taking a shit. It amazed me how rough of a life panties had, how disgusting it was to be wrapped around a woman's hips. I was happy when she finally got home and slid me off, leaving me in a heap by her laundry basket. I watch her walk away before slowly falling asleep, the onslaught from the day of her body finally gone and leaving me in peace.