There were areaways between the buildings that kept you from being seen from the street or the buildings themselves. Of course, there was always a cha...ce someone would either walk or drive down the alley, making you very visible.My wife wore a black lace garter belt, brown stock-ings with back seams, black spiked heels, black lace bra, and a dark green mini wrap dress, which tied in the front. We walked to the middle of the alley and chose a spot. My wife wasted no time in removing her dress,. "Don't worry," she called out softly, "We're not overlooked." As she walked back to me, she gestured at the windows. I could just make out her arm wave at the open curtains as she spoke.As she got near in the semi-darkness, she put something down on the seat opposite before returning with the intention of sitting beside me. As she tried to squeeze past me, I put my hands gently on her hips and pulled her down so that she was sitting on my lap.I was rewarded by a giggle and a provocative wiggle. Confused, Jerold squeezedthe triple D-cupped breasts on his chest, trying to catch on. Furiouslyhe shook his head trying to deny it all but he couldn't ignore thefacts. He was a woman, dressed as a whore, standing a whore street. Howhe had ended up here, like this, had he no ideas.Jerold tried to remember. He forced himself through a blur of confusionsorting memories but the last hour was completely gone from hismemories. He remembered leaving his flat walking for a while then thenext second. He looked up and Evryn was standing in his office. Mike nearly had a heart attack from surprise. "What?" was all he could muster as he considered what the staff or a student would say finding a beautiful scantily clad girl in his office. Here come da police.She pulled her hands from behind her back and she was holding two silver trays piled high with fruits, cheese, bread, and a bottle of wine. All Mike needed was a song. "Do you wish me to sing, Master?" she asked."Uh, no. No thank you," he.