"I hesitated for a second. More restrictive? "You mean, tighter?" I asked."Well, um ... yes. That's right. Tighter." She smiled.I could tell that some...hing was up."Tighter, how?" No, no. That's all the information you get. So, what will it be? Just think, a week from now and you could be back to wearing normal panties."I thought for a second, but decided quickly."OK, I'll do it." After all, how bad could it be?"Oh, and no sex, either."My eyes went wide. We had been having sex so frequently. A. But what if I was wrong, and I started saying all these gooshy things from my heart and that wasn't what he had asked me out for at all, like what if he just wanted to be friends or something, and here I would be spilling my guts and getting him all embarrassed, and it was kind of miserable. I started to reach out, like I was going to touch his shoulder, but then it was like, that's what Slubotkin always does to me, and I didn't know what to do or what to say or anything.Then right as I was. I am not scared but now with all this experience I intend to stay away from headaches and unnecessary problems.On the way to our destination by car which was a couple of hours ride from the airport, I kind of withdrew working on the emails and got engrossed in office work.She kept silent along the way. We checked into the hotel, got adjacent rooms (I had nothing to do with it!) and went out to our field visit. We travelled to a couple of villages, met a few people – discussed issues and working. I retucked myself, and as I wasre-adjusting my panties, getting them centered just right in my hornylittle crack, I heard Mike yell from outside, "ARE YOU EVER COMING OUT?" IN A MINUTE!"I quickly selected a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and a big white blousewith a little belt, laced up the pink deck shoes, pleased to see they werea very close match with the nail polish, slipped a couple of bangles oneach wrist, slipped on a couple more, and then realized I'd forgottenabout the wig!My own hair.