She cleared up my confusion though when she began unbuttoning her blouse. "My name is Jill by the way," she said as she opened her blouse.Jill had a f...ntastic body even for a stewardess and I looked long and hard at it, wanting to burn it into my memory. Then I reached up and pulled her down onto my lap and accepted the offer."Oh God, yes, Lick my nipples, baby! I love it when a man enjoys my tits!" she moaned.She began rocking on my lap, rubbing her panty-clad pussy on my growing hard-on. It. Her chambers had shaken as though in an earthquake, and this time the Enchantress had indeed tipped her chair completely over backwards. But at least she was relatively unharmed, except for her pride, and free to plot her revenge. She struggled to rise to her hands and knees, to free herself from the weight of the chair. Her long blonde hair was disheveled and covered her face, making it difficult to see. Shock at what had just happened, along with anger and rage began to rise in the. My hair pulled up into a bun and held in place with a simple clip so my neck is visible and finishing off the facade was a pair of black heels. A pair of black stockings covers my legs. It’s a cute facade designed to hide what was underneath. Something I didn’t want you to see until the right time. This was all in preparation for the first step of my plan, being a little risqué. With you returning home in the middle of the winter this was going to be a little easier. Wearing a long wool. “So, I know you were a stripper,” All my hope just vanishes and my heart falls, “but I need to know exactly what you did in order to know if I can keep you here. And don’t lie because I will know if you are and if you do you will be automatically fired.” At this point I am shocked and scared for my job but I know I cant lie. So I tell Mr. Anderson how I stood on a stage with a skimpy outfit only to slowly take it off piece by piece to please the crowd. How in the end, I stood on stage in a bra,.