yes, Mother give it to me

They talked, ate expensive food, drank fancy wine, and tried to make merry, but the bathroom scene kept her rapt attention, far removed from the conversation with Henry. She tried not to exacerbate his anxiety or be rude by ignoring him, but no matter how much she tried to enjoy the date, she just kept coming back to those soiled panties, filthy with fresh cum, and the vibrator that had recently been inside his ass.

When they got to Henry's door, he asked her if maybe they shouldn't date anymore.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I had a lot on my mind."

"You barely looked at me all night!" he whined. "Maybe we're just not compatible. As a couple, I mean."

"No, that's not it!" Mona interrupted.

"Well, then what were you thinking about?" he asked, voice low and resigned.

"To be honest," she began, lifting his eyes so she could see his reaction, "I was thinking about those cum-filled panties in the bathroom and that purple vibrator of yours."

The color drained from his face. She shushed his embarrassed stammering with the suggestion they talk about it inside. He agreed and locked the door behind them.

"Stealing a lady's panties and busting in them?" she teased. "Scandalous! Did you, like, rifle through her panty drawer or raid her dirty laundry?"

"I need a drink," he swooned, reaching for the spiced rum.

"Oh, my God! You didn't!" Mona laughed. "Did you sniff them too?"

She eased up a bit when she saw the worry and shame burning in his eyes, like he was afraid she hated him now.

"OK, maybe I did cross the line a bit there..." she admitted. "I was just teasing, but that doesn't excuse my behavior. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry, Henry."

"They, um... Well I guess as bad as this looks, it can't get much worse." He took another sip from the bottle. "There is no roommate."

"But, then whose-"

"They're mine," he confessed. "They're my panties."

"Then can I be honest with you?"

"Yeah?"

"That just makes this whole night way more interesting," Mona purred.