“Say what?” I was confused and felt my face redden.“My name, nobody can ever say it and keep a straight face. Most people just call me Chez.”�...�Chez?” I was getting more confused now.“Yeah as in Wi-Chez. I got into a lot of arguments at school before I learnt to just go with the flow.” a grimace flashed over her face as she remembered past taunting.“Well I promise I will always call you Wishes, no abbreviations. Thanks for everything.”“You’re welcome, your turn tomorrow for the bacon sandwiches. And you’re happy for me to drive.’ ‘Of course. I know you’ll take care of it.’ ‘That I will.’ They toured down the Nepean Highway with the top down but the windows up, on a remarkably sunny day for May. Josh smiled as he enjoyed driving and Noella kept the music flow from the sound system. Just before Dromana they turned off, taking the road to Red Hill and the Mercedes showed its true credentials as it swept easily around the winding roads up to Red Hill village where they stopped at the. I soon found out that the more descriptive I was the hotter it made him and me. He started asking me if there was anyone I'd like to sleep with. At first I would never admit it after a while I would say the obvious, like movie stars or sports figures. The thought of me fucking another man was a turn on for him. The hot sex that resulted was beginning to turn me on. Like I said, I had been somewhat promiscuous when I was younger. It wasn't long before our lovemaking turned into role playing of. “That one’s yours, and that’s your wardrobe.”I put my clothes down on the bed, and opened the tall wardrobe. I found six identical uniforms hanging side by side, separated in a precise fashion from each other. The drawers turned up stockings and undergarments, which, I saw, were exactly my size. I hurriedly drew on panties and brassiere, grateful to cover my nudity. The undergarments were lacy and white, and frankly rather provocative as they revealed a fair portion of my cleavage and the swell.