If any other drivers had cared to observe they might have seen how Pitch looked at back at them. Male drivers would have noticed a glance, at best. Mo...t female drivers the same. But young, pretty women, behind the wheels of their cars alone, might have noted somewhat more attention paid to them as Pitch looked down from his perch above. Had those other drivers looked back at his face they would have been deceived. The short curly brown hair on his head was not his, nor was the wide nose and. The shoes sported longer heels; the day before they seemed no more than two inches. These appeared to be at least three inches.Her eyes scanned the bed but could find no underwear. She raised her eyes and turned her gaze towards her dresser."There's no underwear for a reason, Gina."Gina spun around. Victor stood in the doorway. "I'm not to wear underwear?" Gina asked."You won't need it with this particular outfit," said Victor.She looked back down at the clothing, her gaze dubious.Victor. This time they knew what to expect and the day didn't seem quite as long, though this time they were on a part of the production line where they had to slice the freshly plucked chickens into the pieces which later in the line other women were sealing in cellophane as they had the last time they worked there. Buttercup was no more adept in using the sharp knife she gripped in her plastic-gloved hand than she was in wrapping the same cold, pink flesh in clear plastic, but in truth her ability at. It was pretty uncomfortable and it meant he had to pee sitting down; although that was hardly a problem - there were no urinals in the staff lavatories anyway – just a single cubical for the males and no door on it either. The alternative to having his member tucked out of harm's way was worse. Geoff had witnessed the beating handed out to one of the other maids last week when they'd got a bit over excited by the sexual amusement of two of the lady guests and one of them had noticed the damp.