My husband and I would often visit one of his college friends who lived about two hours away. Around the same time, we got married, his Friend Jim sta...ted to date a girl named Nichole. In fact, Our wedding was one the first big trip they took together. Nikki and I became fast friends. She was a very down to earth Latina girl who was a college athlete, which translated well to her new career as a cop.One time when we were visiting my husband and Jimmy got this idea to take her and I to a local. "Sounds like you covered everything," I said, convinced that Laura had held nothing back, including the relationship that we made a habit of never revealing to outsiders and certainly not to someone we had just met."Look at her. Does she look like someone who could hold anything back?" We heard Laura say.I had to agree with her. Nadine seemed innocent and open to revealing her innermost secrets in a serious discussion in the dark."Describe her to me," Laura ordered. She had her back to Nadine. Those seemed to be their command bunker. I estimated their number and weapons before we moved back. It was easy to slip away and head east and we did not stop when it got dark. It was early morning when we walked out of the forest and into the Stalker camp.The sentry nodded as we appeared and let us pass. We headed straight to the large command tent and the guard looked at us and gestured, "wait."We stopped and it was a moment before our captain walked out. I had thought he was asleep but he. I love the way heels lift my ass, or the way a tight skirt presses my knees together or how my nylon thighs look when I squat down, and part my feet. I love my pantyline being visible. I love being your secret girl. And dressing like one. You want me as much as I want you. Perhaps you’re wearing a pair of your wife’s shiny tights as you’re reading this or maybe a skin tight leotard. Why not open my galleries in another tab and choose one of the outfits you’d like to see me in. Perhaps you like.