Perhaps my stereotype of elementary school teachers needed updating. Nan pressed close to me under the umbrella. She wrapped one arm around mine and I...could feel her boob rubbing my triceps. ‘Brrr, I’m glad I wore this sweater. The rain has made it chilly out,’ Nan continued our conversation as I held the car door for her. The navy skirt rose to give me a glimpse of a toned and tanned thigh that needed to be next to my ear. A glance at the camisole confirmed that it was chilly out. The dinner. 0900:My mother has laid out the traditional ceremony attire for me. I look it over. The first piece is a skin tight, nylon body suit that zips up the back, from just above the buttocks to collar. The outer layer is a simple silk robe. For my ceremony the color is light pink.The shoes are simple slip-ons made of leather. I like the way the clothing feels on my skin.Soft and light. It feels a lot like wearing my pajamas. I don't understand how my father and older brother can stand to wear the. Discretion is a must. I'm very white collar, 38, 220 lbs, fit, 8" cut. Send me your details, and my receptionist will be expecting you. Sitting in the breakroom at work, my eyes widened as I read through this post. With it being Monday, my Friday, I had all the time in the world to meet up with this guy tomorrow. God his post turned me on. I've always fantasized about my boss, or someone in power, fucking me. Shooting him off a message along with a nice profession picture of myself, I anxiously. And you, the only woman." Maybe you've been reading too many sensational novels," Bridgett said, smiling."Sure. Maybe. But you are, at least for now, the only woman on earth. That's a pretty scary proposition for you." They sounded OK on the radio." Yes. They sounded fine. But they are three men, all much older than I am. If they decided to just -- take you -- there wouldn't be much I could do about it. They come from way up north, there. They're probably big lumberjack-types, or something.".