It was around mid-morning and Darren came over to my desk. He almost burst a blood vessel in not looking at my legs, but eventually his resolve broke ...nd he had a good look as he spoke. “Danny… I was wondering if you could show Katie around the cheese maturation plant, she’s not seen it yet.” “Me?” “Yes, is that okay?” “Ummm… yes, sure.” “When’s good for you?” I asked, turning to Katie. “No time like the present,” she answered. “Fine, we’ll go now then.” “Thank you, Danny. Oh Danny, can. She left all of the toys and some of her lingerie at my house, so now they were mine. It was a new level, owning my own lingerie, being able to dress up in my room whenever I wanted to, and being able to fuck myself with a big dildo. Eventually, I began buying things for myself. I found that I really enjoyed the feeling of a medium sized buttplug. My choice of lingerie was always garters, thongs, silk stockings, and a bra. I really loved the feeling of the garters and stockings on my legs. In this intense moment, the bartender finally got our drinks and we went back to the others, wanting a bit more. She walked in walked in front of me, so nobody could see the bulk in my pants - she's amazing already. When we sat down she started talking with the others as if nothing had happened. Later, when we got back to my friend's home, we opened a bottle of wine. From time to time she gave me that look again, but I don't think the others realised anything.Suddenly my friend seemed very. I assume that he's come to fetch something even though it's not usual for customers to come in here. There's a STAFF ONLY sign on the door that keeps them away. I'm about to inform him that he has no business being in this room.But then I see another pair of legs – clearly female, tight light-blue yoga pants hugging lean calves, muscular thighs and a very shapely backside – and immediately I know what's going on... and that I'm screwed. The door falls shut again.I soundlessly shift around until.