I had reviewed my plan carefully a million times and I knew I had only one shot, and I had to be swift and precise. There was no room for mistakes. Ma...ing a mistake would mean that the panties would drop on the floor, in her backyard and completely out of reach and I knew that I wouldn't be able to jump over that wall and retrieve them without alarming the whole block. The panties were firmly hung by a clothespin and if my neighbour found them on the floor the morning after she'd know for sure. He watched for some time, entranced as the procession slowly made its way around the casino floor until eventually, glancing at his watch, he decided he should make a re-appearance. He reluctantly tore himself away from the colourful and noisy spectacle and was pleased to find that, on his return to the suite, the numbers had dramatically improved, even if the dress sense had not. Well worn jeans and an assortment of various t-shirts or baseball tops appeared to be the order of the day, as if. I love meeting women like that. It’s too bad that so many of them got no conscience whatsoever. Kind of puts a damper on my plans to go any further with them. I’m not cut out for romance, either with men or women. I don’t like dating cops of either sex because they have way too many issues. Gay and bisexual male cops usually have identity and fidelity issues while many female police officers have a serious attitude problem and they’ve got the whole power trip thing going on. Yeah, like I said,. I know that sounds ridiculous, and I know it’s probably not a good long term plan, but I just think you, and anyone who feels that way are simply temping wrong. Each office I walk into is a brand new experience, an opportunity to reinvent myself, and explore my identity… Did I say identity? I meant my sexuality. At the paper company I was a blonde bimbo on a diet of cum and pussy. At the insurance firm I was a powerful dominatrix, commanding men to eat me out while I whipped them or dug my.