I like to rescue panties from the laundry and sit on my victims face in them. Not often, just when the mood of the devil takes me. I had on my new dress as I sat firmly astride his neck and looked down into his eyes. I knew at that moment that he too realise the panties were WELL worn - He had the scent! I gently pulled the front of my dress over his head, knowing that my panty scents would be even stronger in my little `tent`, just for a little while. Then it was time - I sat, squatted and smothered his face under me, giving him no rest from my gusset!