‘I’ve captured your queen, Johnny, check! She’s mine again and I plan to do a little redecorating. You won’t recognize the ole girl when I am ...one.’ Then she let out a wicked cackle, one that could have come from ‘the Wicked Witch of the West’ herself. ~~~ ‘Well are you going to let me in or not?’ asked the voice from behind the door. ‘You know I can see you.’ She had completely forgotten about her. ‘Shit,’ she cursed under breath. ‘What should I do?’ Imagines of the bag lady flashed fresh. "Can I help you find anything?" His wife was an attractive woman, perhaps eight or nine years his junior. Why was I trying to figure that out?"Sir?" I hadn't noticed the sales clerk speaking to me. She reminded me of Carol Burnett. I smiled graciously and put back the magazine."No thank you. I was just browsing." I left the store and headed toward the bathroom. Rounding the corner I slowed my pace intentionally as though trying to sneak up on a cat, kept my steps soft and pushed the door. He. I slide it down her arms. I drop to my knees, easing her dress off little by little. I take one of her ankles, making her step to the side, then the other.She stands with her legs apart. Her delicious pussy is level with my face. I look up into Lana’s deep brown eyes, half closed, wanting me, waiting for me. I let my warm breath caress her through the sheer fabric of her panties. I know how much I’m teasing her. I watch her face, hear her soft moans and feel her grip on my shoulders.I bend and. We had started early but now the road was beginning to fill up withtrucks and coaches, motorcycle and mini buses taking half asleep peopleto work. My mind wandered as I began to think about what I would say toKritsada. It struck me then that if his phones were being listened tothen he might also be under surveillance. I groaned inwardly as Irealised that meant I would have to meet him dressed as I was. It maybehadn’t been all bad that I wasn't able to change into my male clothes aswe had.