WE didn't know what to do but we knew we had to sign it. He had thought this through and knew just what to do. We sign he took the paper and put it in...his safe he brought us another drank which help loosen me up after we had finish our drank he said stand up and strip I almost couldn't believe what he had said I look at my husband he had already taking his shirt off I slowly did the same was was down to my bra and panties husband still had his boxer on our boss snap all of them and from now if. Pretending she didn’t notice, Gilly says, ‘Wave goodbye to Jake for me too, Michael!’ ‘I did. You’re covered, baby!’ We just chit-chat on the way to the coffeehouse: where are you going to school, what’s your major, the usual pre-first-date-getting-to-know-each-other bullshit! I ask her, ‘Why lite beer, Gilly? I’ll have to take you out sometime and buy you a good beer … one you can actually taste.’ ‘Um, thanks Michael, but let’s just get past a chai tea at Starbucks first, before we start. The thoughts with me wearing stockings brought the hopefulness of maybe I would be able to at least lick it once or twice. Anticipating the night I did as I was told showered, shaved and proceeded to put on my Red garters with Black stocking and my very tight black bodysuit. I proceeded to finish putting on my Man clothes over my sexy under things. The feeling of my garters under my pants was keeping me in line of what my job was. I had also brought to work my little black bag that holds 2. A more than sly smile on her face matched the certain shocked look on my face. At eighteen the reaction was immediate, I was suddenly rock hard, clearly excited. I wasn't the only one. I could see hard buds beneath the lace of the bra. "Like?" she laughed. "Of course" I coughed. Before I knew it she was upon me, reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans and releasing me from the tightness. "I can see that, which is just what I want" came from her lips in a giggle. Without another word she had.