For Hillary Swift?...duh!

"Yes," I said, almost embarrassingly fast. All I could see in my mind was my face buried between the Queen's thighs, worshiping the royal pussy.

"Attaboy!" he cried, slapping me on the shoulder before turning to open the door. "Go ahead and undress. Get comfortable. This is going to be worth it, I promise."

I had no idea who was coming to watch me jerk off, but if it meant I got to sniff Hillary's panties, it was going to be worth it. My two previous panty sniffing instances had been relatively innocent-as innocent as sniffing some dirty panties while you jerk off can be-but that was the moment my panty sniffing fetish became a part of me.

He pulled the door open and my jaw dropped as I saw who was bringing us our fix.