Cait turned at the slithering sound of falling silk. The Director’s dress was still falling from her shoulders as she reached out to Cait, wearing nothing now but a pair of black, high rise panties.

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  Elizabeth chuckled, and her eyes were bright when Cait pulled back to meet them. She rolled off of her, letting out a long breath.

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  “One question for you though,” Cait asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “How good are the dry cleaners on base? I liked these pants but between the both of us I’m afraid we ruined them.”

  Elizabeth actually giggled at that, high and tinkling as a schoolgirl. Cait looked over in shock to see her cuddling up to her shoulder.

  “I believe you,” she said, trust in her steel grey eyes. She leaned over to kiss Cait once more before rising off the couch. Her hips swayed as she walked away, beckoning behind her.

  “C’mon, let's get you some pants that haven’t been cummed both in and on.”