This morning in question I got up feeling extremely horny and decided that I would spend the day dressed in my female undies. In fact I remember decid...ng that I wanted to go again to this toilet that night and dressing up would get me in the right mood. So I shaved my legs and put on a lovely new pair of sheer black nylon stockings held up with a pink suspender belt. a lovely lacy bra, pink panties and a pink slip. During that day I wore my normal clothes over the top, but underneath, the feel. ” “You’re not suggesting...” Rod quickly shook his head. “Like I already said, you’re the boss and besides, it would be offensive of me to tell you what underclothes you should wear, wouldn’t it?” She thought for a moment. “Anyway, they would never know what I was wearing so what difference would it make” “Well there is always the off chance that a man might get a quick glimpse if a woman forgets herself sitting down or bending over. Then there is always the chance that a suspender strap. My fingers laced through hers. My other hand slid from her shoulder back to her waist. My fingers splayed over her stomach. Slowly, I started rocking my hips back and forth, humming in her ear. She sighs, relaxing against me, swaying her hips in time with mine. I draw our joined hands towards her heart, resting them over her breast. Softly, lingeringly, I glide our hands in a circle over the soft swell, making the circles smaller and smaller until we are only teasing the pert nipple poking. He drew in a sharp breath at the physical pain it caused him, reliving that scene where she looked up into the other guys eyes, how could she love someone who left her after a date to go home with another woman? Was she just after revenge last night, a little payback for the boyfriend, a little jealousy? ‘So that guy huh,’ he grunted, trying to avoid pushing his skin against the knife ‘he’s like your boyfriend right?’ She didn’t say anything in reply, just pulled the blade tighter against his.