Ring a ding..

It was Sharon. “Hi Timmy, how are you holding up?”

“Oh I’m doing fine” you say, all considering you jacked off several times because of the clothing.

“Well, I’m tied up here, so I’m not going to be able to do much with the clothing, you’ll be okay for a couple days right?”

You say softly, “yah I suppose”

“Okay good, so what did you have to wear?”

‘Well, you say looking into the mirror, “a short tee shirt, they are all pretty small, underwear and leggings.”

She sounded surprised, “you found underwear, I thought you said there was only panties.”

“Well it is panties”

“Oh okay” she chuckles slightly making you feel embarrassed about the whole thing, well as long as your comfortable, it’s not too small is it?”

You kinda feel like the clothing is tight, “the leggings feel tight, and so do the, uhm, panties.”

“Well leggings are supposed to be tight, as far as panties, as long as they arnt making things fall off I suppose it’s okay, right?”

You say slowly in a defeated tone, “yah I suppose”

“Well good, I’ll call you tomorrow then. How are the boys?” Referring to her dogs.

your voice picks up a bit. “Oh they are doing fine”

“Oh good, well anyhow I got to deal with checking in so I’ll call you later.”

You say okay and then she hangs up.

What are you going to do about this