She turned. It was Mr. Ourie, his door open a crack, peeking out at her. He opened the door further and motioned to her.“Girl. I have someone that n...eds to see you,” he said. She stopped, puzzled and wary. She did not trust the man.“Who is it?” she finally said. He opened the door a little further.“The green girl. I know where she is!” he said.Valencia felt a burning blush move down her body. She was mad, for some reason. Oh, you know, do you? she thought. And just what do you have to do with. Don't be a moron. --------------- It was finally Saturday, at around 7PM, when I found myself attentively observing the reflection before me in the bedroom mirror; from the flowing bright-hued hair curls, discretely placed darker make up on my eyes and the crimson lips, to the perfectly fitting D cupped bra, matching my laced panties… I stared wondering if it was too hopeful of me to put a little extra effort in getting ready for the ‘diner meeting’. I then decided to put on a flattering. No one does a curtsy any more, but Sheila does one with real style. Then it was goodbye to the M&M ladies and off to Brooklyn. I once asked why Pedro had built his costume and prop warehouse in the relative sticks of Brooklyn’s south side. I expected a money based answer, but he told me he met Angela in a school near there. That made no sense, because Angela is two years older and has multiple degrees. Pedro had a bit of education in Puerto Rico, but dropped out in what would be grade school.. Ankita: You can take it on Monday also. You can wear to the office the one you came with. Come I will give you another panty to wear.Me: Hey bet is finished. I won’t now.Ankita: Hey please for me. I like to see you in that. Please.Me: Anything is better then nothing give.Ankita: Yes. Take wear this.She gave me a new panty. I wore it. After last all my cum it struck and due to cold it is not even 1 inch. It looks like a clit in panty. She took me to Neha and showed it to her. They both laugh at.