Once she had checked, and smuggled me into the ladies’ room, we all went into the handicapped stall. I pulled out my cell phone and smiled at Sam. �...�Sam, what’s Bill’s cell phone number?” She provided it to me and I entered it into my phone. “Okay, Sam. Take off all your clothes. Cindy, you get undressed, too. I want you both naked.”They undressed and I pulled out my rapidly hardening dick. “Sam, get down on your knees and place my cock on your tongue.” She did, very obediently. I was impressed. They were also seamed and had the mandatory reinforced heels and toes. Sitting on my desk seat, I luxuriously drew the stockings over my legs and clipped them to the suspender belt straps.Standing now, I reached into the carton and withdrew the final item, which was a white D-cup brassiere. With my hands shaking ever so slightly, I paced the straps of the brassiere over my shoulders, reached behind my back, and clipped it securely in place.It was now time for the next carton.Out came the pair. She's just getting more excited. This is not good."You had make-up on when Mom picked you up? Didn't you?" she cross-examines.I'm rattled."You wore make-up in the car all the way home! And you wore it until youput Jenny to bed! I kinow it!" she declares.My red face gives away all answers. I hate her. Freaking Sherlock.Goddamn it! Just drop the whole idea."I *have* to see you dressed up now," she beams. "Please?!"I just shake my head. Just like I did when I was 5 and she was 7. Justlike I did. Even two or three times a day. As many as you need." As she dried my cock, it began to harden."My, my, what have we here? Daddy, you really are a lecher. It looks like I'm going to have to beat you off again."She didn't touch my cock that time. Instead, she jacked me through the soft cloth. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel.After Carol left, I vowed that.