Ahmad seemed to be satisfied with Jakey's explanation. He watched Terri carefully, but it was hard to pay all _that _much attention to someone when you were holding a pair of used panties in your hands. He moved out of the way and allowed his friend and their new ally into the hotel room.
As Terri had guessed, Ahmad and Paul had been busy since they had gotten away from Jakey. Marigold's luggage had been opened on the bed, and some of her intimates had already been pulled out of it. Her regular clothes had been discarded onto the floor, except for the pair of pyjama shorts that she wore to bed almost every night, which the boys had correctly placed with her more valuable items.
The underwear, though-- that was the real treasure. For such a 'chaste' woman, Terri couldn't help but feel that Mari wore the underwear of a slut. Even for just the weekend she had packed over a dozen pairs of panties, mostly white lacy thongs that must have framed her ass so perfectly. Terri could in her mind's eye see that perfect, thick booty, with the thong between her cheeks... it was sublime.
"You come to buy?" Paul asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"As if," Terri scoffed. "I'm not PAYING you for some of Mari's panties."
"Then you're not getting any," he said.
Terri gawked. "That's bullshit! I could expose you all right now!"
Jakey frowned. "C'mon, Terri," he said. "We've both got dirt on each other. Why don't we play nice?"
"I'm not paying money for Marigold's panties," Terri insisted.
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