'Yes,' I thought. 'This is the one.'After several minutes struggling to position my breast forms and tightening up the lace, I donned a long silky wig...and clipped on some fishnet stockings. Looking down I realized my heels just didn't work, kicking them off and slipping on some six-inch pointed stiletto thigh-high stretch boots.'You nasty bitch,' I said to myself, spinning my hips as the faux leather squeaked. 'I can't meet him like this,' I thought, reaching back inside the wardrobe to grab a. “Plans had to change slightly, but I’m sure you’ll like that they did” the voice continued.It was definitely a van, the floor around me was solid and cold and as we turned corners I could feel myself sliding.“Whats happening, are you dropping me off?” I said in a very broken and hoarse voice.I heard a chuckle come from the other side of the van to where the voice was coming from.“Youre definitely being dropped off” he laughed.The first voice continued… “Its ok, like I said, im sure youll like. Her boobs were marvelous …I went there around 8.00pm her house. She opened the door and said, hi, come inside. I went inside and sat on the sofa .Then, she offered me water and I drank. We started with a normal conversation.She told me her husband only concentrate earning money and do care about my sexual needs.Then I said, darling, no worry I am here to full fill your sex needs.She removed my t-shirt … I started pressing her boobs and bite her nipples …We both kept in the 69 position for quite. On her way out of the store, Mrs. Roberts, the store manager, sent me to check up on the last customer of the day, Ms. Martinez. I searched the humid aisles only to find the older brown skin beauty taking her time getting her things together. I asked Ms. Martinez, “Did you find everything you needed?” She gave me a naughty smirk and said, “Not quite yet.” I didn't know what Ms. Martinez meant. I just wanted to get out of that hot box of a store. About twenty long minutes later, Ms. Martinez.