I don't know why. It's probably a neurotic reaction to the randomness of my childhood. As a working adult I took to the Monday-to-Friday, nine-to-five...routine like... well, like Cindy to lip gloss at the age of twelve. Wake at six, work out, shit-shower-shave, eat and then the ride to work. Same stop, same time, same route, every morning.It's not like I'm the only one doing this or anything. After a while I got to recognize the people on my route, the other 'regulars': that guy in the natty. Dave is up for promotion and has to go away on a course for a couple of weeks. I tell him that if he can get away and get to our flat for 8 theres a surprise for him.I tell Jean to dress in her black Basque, stockings and no panties, she says OK but wear a small thong.8 o’clock theres a knock at the door I tell Jean to get out of sight and not come back in the room until the lights go off and on. I let Dave in and tell him to shut his eyes and flick the lights Jean comes in the room and stands. Pulling out the tiara allowed Wonder Woman’s mane of rich black hair to tumble down her back and slightly cover her heaving breasts. Mike could not believe it. This bitch actually stripped down in his room. She only wore the lasso around her neck. Mike started to sport some serious wood when he got an eyeful of Wonder Woman’s pubic region. Wonder Woman was tall and had a generous pussy covered by neatly trimmed pubic hair. ?Lay on the bed and spread your legs? Mike orderedWonder Woman. “So I never really thought about this part. How are we going to do this?” Harriet asked looking and sounding serious for the first time.“We aren’t doing anything, Harriet. I need you to wait, in the tree line back there for me. Wait there and don’t get caught. I will take care of everything and come and get you.”“You can’t do this yourself.”“Harriet, I don’t have a choice. I don’t want you there when I open up. Besides, sometimes I fall asleep or I do things without my knowledge. If I don’t.