She stepped over a discarded uniform on the floor, making her way to the bathroom as quietly as she could. The suit lined the bottom of her feet, soft...ning her footsteps even further. The bathroom door was open, spilling clinical light into the main living area. Peeking in, Rose squinted against the heavy steam. She could see what was an obviously-feminine body through the frosted glass of the shower. The sight made her pussy burn with need, and she felt the suit revert back to it's original. There were others already inside the house, having waited for the target to begin going to bed. After weeks of watching the house, they knew her routine so well that they could predict her every move, but tonight was the night. Inside the house, Becca had flicked the TV off and yawning, stood up from the armchair to go to bed. It had been a long day and shed come home late, throwing PJs on and sitting down to watch an old sitcom, ignoring the tousled hair and smudged make up that she would. I must have come home that evening with five hundred dollars in my pocket. He was stuffing fifties into my panties. He loves to parade me all over the place. He loves for me to enter contests at bars. He really gets off having me walk around with him. I’m your typical Barbie doll. I’m 5’8” with 38D breasts, long legs, blue eyes and blond long hair. He loves me to wear short skirts and very revealing tops and sometimes he tells me not to wear my panties when we’re out. Sometimes, when we’re. At last, she broke the silence.“He wants me to visit him at his office,” she said. The way she said it, I could tell she was leery of how I would respond.“Visit him? When?”“Tomorrow. During the day. After I get home from work.”It didn’t shock me at all that he would make such a request. What shocked me was that she seemed as though she were asking my permission to do it. “Are you thinking of doing it?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she said. She fell silent once again, as if she were waiting for me.