Waves of pleasure were shooting through mybody. The man next to me got a bit bolder and slowly laid an arm on mythigh and began rubbing. The moan I le... out encouraged him further ashis hand moved closer to my crotch, where he continues to stroke. Afterabout another minute of this, the waves of pleasure turned to ecstasyas I experienced feeling which can't be expressed in words, other thanone hell of an orgasm.During this I never once felt my shrinking cock extend itself, despitethe experiences.. I was really scared and I dint know what to do, until Mark called my phone. He told me to open the door and take the paper bag in front of our door step. I followed what he said, then he told me to just follow what the note inside says.When I opened the bag, I was shocked to see a pair of red high heel stilettos, a micro mini skirt that seemed to be only 4 inches long, and a small school blouse with a pink tie to match it, the note said to wear this outfit and don’t wear any panty or bra. Frank had been equally busy, buying me a nice new, if rather short, black, flared mini skirt. A pair of new black high heels, very strappy (just the way he likes them) and a new set of bra and panties to go with it all...They have told me its a present for them, that I will also get the benefit of! the cheeky old buggers!After a shower and change I was ready.I have to say that the skirt, being rather shortish, just covers the stockings, although when I bend over, the full effect becomes visible. I found that hard to believe. Firstly, it didn’t sound like a real job. Secondly, it didn’t seem it would earn enough to survive. But it was obvious he was well off. I wondered, with his ripped body, whether he was into something else. Something dodgy. I didn’t ask.It was a Sunday and on Sundays there were no staff on duty. The gym ran 24/7 and you needed a tag to get in. I was happy with my progress using Toby’s regime. We were working out and he asked me what I was doing next Saturday night..