You will learn when you talk to one of the assistance's. Leave these bags in the lobby and we will make sure that they get to the train station on tim... for you to catch your ride."Frank felt uncomfortable sitting in the back seat of the automobile with the two agents perched quietly in front. No words were exchanged between the trio of men. He thought it odd that they didn't ask anything about him. He felt that the Ambassador might have a dossier of him. After all he was very rich, successful. Once inside we removed our coats and checked them, Joan removed her boots and put on her shoes. We were led to a table by a window where we were given menus, and the wine waiter came over and she ordered a carafe of red wine. She looked gorgeous, she had on a shirt waist type dress, not quite off the shoulder but enough that displayed enough of her ample boobs. Her skin was still suntanned broken up by the silver necklace she was wearing resting provocatively with a pendant pointing to her. ”“Yeah. There can’t be a shortage of legal guys willing to pour the cock to them. I don’t get it either. Maybe the high pitched changing voices are a secret ancient aphrodisiac.”“Hey Sal,” Bruce yelled from the machine center’s platform. “Are you gonna BS all day or can I go take a shit?”“Must be two o’clock,” we both said in unison. Every day at two, Bruce would take what we called a “company shit.” He’d go to the toilet at two, and not reappear until almost two thirty. Then he’d bullshit with. She went over to the pile of panties andhanded me the boyshorts again. "Now put these on."I took the panties from her, they felt so different than boxers. I slowlytook my pants all the way off. I looked up at her from below my brow,then back down at the panties. I let my boxers fall and then put my legsin the holes of the panties. I was doing this. Did all this really justhappen? Was I really about to put on some panties?! I pulled them up."Good girl! Your first pair of panties." She clapped.