It would have to be the pink dress.'I'll sleep on it,' she thought.When she considered the situation the next day she resigned herself tothe fact that...she had little choice but to wear the pink satin sissydress. On the Wednesday around 6 o'clock, Madison said goodbye to herwife. She was conventionally dressed in a black, knee-length dress.Then she slipped upstairs, took off the black dress and hurriedly puton the pink sissy dress followed by a long winter coat. She didn't wanther wife to know. Ben continued to work on the car. Roger went into the garage’s office, where the woman now sat, applying lipstick while looking in a compact mirror. Her legs were crossed and Roger felt a shiver go through him. He sat down behind the boss’s desk. He was out today and it fell to both Ben and Roger to have to do the paperwork as well as the grunt work. Half an hour later, Ben entered the office and Roger asked him for the damage. Ben was none to happy to have to give him the total but did so. At the end of a few days, we decided that we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.It has been a few months since Scott and I caught up over text. Scott’s birthday was approaching, and I was building up in anticipation of what kind of shenanigans I could do. Maybe a sexy birthday text that would lead us down our taunting paths. Maybe we would video chat like the old days, and I would strip down for him on camera and touch myself. I could get the camera really close so he could see my wet clit, and I. I lean down and look in the window. Its an older man. 50’s maybe 60’s.Grey beard and hair. Looks like Santa. I tell him my Apt is all the way across town.He says “Well I can take you there, but I might need you to put something in the tank. It’s a guzzler”He kind of motions to the car, but then pats his big round belly.Laughing like jolly old Santa.I told him I didn’t have any money for gas.He said, “Well, you know the old saying- Gas, Grass or Ass. No one rides for free.” and laughs again.