She's Wet 2

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good. They'd needed wrung out and dried as much as she did. She'd not be sorry when that part of this little experiment was over. She'd not bargained for wet all day every day. Even if it'd only been the last three days, she didn't really like it. It'd almost made her reconsider her plans for Kyle's birthday, their anniversary and Christmas. She'd even been considering doing the hypnosis tracks next Thanksgiving because nothing said, "thank you," like, "fuck me."