Coming home, dodging the cat rather unsuccessfully, one
plopped down the oversized work bag and the other bag, which is usually
exclusively devoted to the schlepping of food, on the bench. It was there that
one espied a small item of lingerie. Picking it up with care one spun it to the
light wondering what on earth He was thinking when he ordered the item. Well
one rather knows what He was thinking... it was more wondering how Pinky and
Perky were going to fit into the damn thing. There was enough padding in it for
two A cup girls to have some left over.
Then one realised that not only was it black baby doll with
a red lace trim, but that there was a luminous metallic green woven in amongst
the red. Sighing one put it down wondering if Masters should be allowed to shop
unsupervised. To be honest one deeply suspects that they shouldn't... but who is
going to tell them that... and live to tell the tale. Bags not one small slave
Wandering into the study and the source of this small piece
of tackiness one found a note explaining it was not what He ordered. He has
contacted the company and is awaiting their response...
Meanwhile someone out there is probably wondering where
their lingerie is...
We certainly are K
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