Realizing I was in a woman's dressing room, Iconsciously tried to feminize my voice, and was a bit shocked at howwell it sounded. I tapped on the doo... again, and called for Dianeagain, half just to hear my own voice."Danny?" I heard Diana outside. I opened the door a crack and peekedout. "We forgot something," I said. "You mean this?" Diana said,handing me a bag. "It's panties and a bra," she said, "you absolutelywill need that!" "Yes!" I said, not able to hide my excitement. Wegirl. I cupped them in my hands, letting their fullness rest in my palms, while I used my thumbs to rub my nipples, teasing them erect. Almost immediately I felt the familiar throbbing begin between my legs as I became wet with arousal. I slid a hand down my stomach and, parting my legs slightly, used my fingers to stroke my pulsating clit. As I did so, my mind drifted to Nate. Of all the sexual experiences I'd had since arriving on board, he remained my favorite. And now, as I used my free hand to. We had had quite a few drinks so, on my return home, I had stripped off completely to try and catch some sleep despite the heat and humidity that a British summer can occasionally provide, and had fallen fast asleep. That Saturday morning I had woken up with a slight headache and a major case of the hangover horn. My cock was protesting at the lack of attention it had received recently due to pressure of work and was standing proud, demanding relief. I ignored it, loosely threw on my thin. .....Then one day while she was in the showroom, she spotted Anna and Mr.McKinnock up in his office. He was gesturing to the computer, hiswalrus moustache almost alive he was that animated. Anna was trying tocalm him down over something.When she stepped out, Stephanie busied herself with some paperwork,but overheard:"Better not make us a laughing stock......"Anna caught her eye."Come on up, Stephanie," she said.It was a couple of weeks after all this had began with the theft of awoman's.