'David. I'd like a word with you.'
'Oh. You've just got out of the shower.'
'Two weeks ago, your father found a pair of my panties in the laundry basket.'
'Your father buys me all this slutty lingerie, and he likes to see me wearing them as complete sets. He's quite OCD about it.'
'No. I told him that I had worn that pair of panties while he was out.'
'The thing is. I've noticed several other thongs and panties have appeared in the laundry basket.'
'I'm sure I haven't worn them.'
'You know your father gets up early on Saturday and cooks me breakfast.'
'Well, he washes all my lingerie then as well.'
'He hangs the lingerie on the washing line to dry.'
'Yes. He hangs my lingerie up in their sets. You know your father is quite OCD about that sort of stuff.'
'Oh. You've noticed that my lingerie is always on the outer washing line.'
'Yes. Your father puts a light-coloured sheet on the line, so the lingerie is on full display.'
'Your father likes showing off all my slutty lingerie to the neighbours.'
'He notices when there is a random piece of lingerie out of place.'
'So while you were in the shower I searched your room and found these.'
'Yes. They are slutty, aren't they? Do you like them?'
'David. What are you doing with my underwear?'
'David. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can tell me.'
'I did notice that my panties were stained.'
'You've gone bright red.'
'I know you don't get along with your father since your mum and dad split up.'
'While I may call my underwear slutty. You know. Your father spends a lot of money on these items.'
'So, you know they are expensive European lingerie brands.'
'You've checked the brands on the internet?'
'Your father likes seeing me wearing slutty underwear.'
'He won't want to hear that you have been masturbating into them.'
'That is what you did. Isn't it?'
'Thank you for being honest with me,'
'No. I'm not to blame for your parents splitting up.'
'Your father is a true gentleman.'
'Your father always takes me out to dinner on Friday nights.'
'Yes. He will be home very soon.'
'Yes. He insists I get dressed up wearing the lingerie sets that he has brought me.'
'So, you like the dress I'm wearing? It's not too short?'
'You want to see what lingerie I am wearing now?'
'If I show you what I am wearing underneath, will you stop stealing my panties?'
'That would be kind. Yes, can you pull down the zip?'
'Let me step out of my dress.'
'You like what you see?'
'No. stockings are not only for sluts.'
'I like seamed stockings, too!'
'I agree. They are elegant as well as a little slutty.'
'Well, yes. Seamed stockings are very slutty. Your father likes me wearing them.'
'Yes. He likes other men staring at my stockinged legs when we are out.'
'Yes. He has me sit, so I show off the lace tops.'
'Yes. I always use a suspender belt. I never wear stay-ups.'
'I know you watched me getting dressed the other day.'
'No. I wasn't putting on a show for you.'
'I forgot that you were home and that Uni had finished.'
'Did you like watching me putting on my stockings?'
'You want to feel up my legs?'
'That's right. Can you feel how silky smooth the nylon is?'
'You're right. That's how 10 denier silk feels.'
'David! Why have you dropped your towel?'
'No. Don't turn around!'
'Oh my. David! You're built just like your father.'
'My. That is impressive.'
'No. I'm not going to touch you?'
'You want me to take off my thong and wrap it around that . . . thing!'