I know they are outthere, but I never thought I would ever see or be wearing a pair.Nanny Rose then handed me a pair of plain pink nylon panties to pu... on.She followed them with a pair of white tights. Next over the white tightsI put on a pair of frilly rhumba panties and a lacey cami that she washolding. This was all followed by the dress she had picked out for me towear that had a built in fluffy crinoline. After the dress was zipperedup the back, Rose put this really frilly white pinafore. After the meal and during the dance we went outside and gave him 10 minutes to feel the panties and rub me. I told him weeks ago it could never go beyond that. But he was so insistent. I could see that he was turned on and so was I. He asked that if I wouldn't fuck him if I could give him a hand job while he touched me. He asked if I would take his cock from his pants and I really couldn't see the harm. I started to stroke him but I was so wound up I dropped to my knees and sucked him. He about drilled me out. But afterwards, we chatted and despite the post climactic calm, he seemed all business." What? Did he interview you?" He told me he liked me because I lacked escort character." How did you take that?" I guess it bothered me. Was it a lack of charm or am I too plain?" Neither," I responded. "You're beautiful and sexy and smart." But I wear my heart on my sleeve." Okay. That makes sense." He essentially said I lack cleverness and the will to manipulate. An image came to. .."Robbie..for gods sake...fuck me..please"---------An hour later, Robbie and Joyce stood in the shower, him stooped, Joyce leaning back. Robbie looked down at her, looking at his hands cupping her breasts. Joyce's eyes were closed. She was dreaming. She must be. That surely couldn't have been her, just a short while ago...bent over the kitchen table with that beautiful cock sliding into her love sleeve. So long...so hard...God...so fucking deep. Sex just wasn't like that. Please, please don't.