She was always upbeat and had such a positive attitude, and he would have set to reading it immediately, had his newly connected phone not rung.It was...Paula from Head Office.“Hi, John,” she began. “Safely home again, then? Can you come in to see Sir Maurice ASAP? He’s out tomorrow, but Saturday?”“Didn’t he get my report?” asked John, suddenly feeling weary.“Oh, yes,” she said. “It’s not about that.”“But you can’t tell me what it is about?”“That’s right. One p.m. suit you?”John knew there was in. “They should be OK he said, but I suggest that you do not wear any pants until they heal. “Don’t worry,” said Wendy, “they will not be wearing any, ever again! Your handiwork is all they need to cover their pussies.” “Sue will be going home with you, tonight” she said to Mary, “but she is not allowed to see her tattoo until you get home. Let it be a surprise for her. You have to be back here next week. Bob will tell you when.”The girls got dressed in the short dresses that Wendy had provided,. " Tabitha plopped at the foot of the unmade bed and began removing them. Glancing up, she added, "Why don't you get outta that stuff?"Since he was holding his pants up, Paul dropped them, toeing out of his shoes as he kicked clear. It wasn't an exercise in speed; Paul was still wondering why they were approaching this so matter-of-factly, and was taking his time. No, it was purely convenience. He went ahead and got out of his shirt, leaving his boxers; Paul tended to wear underwear for the. I had to find, of course, a straight male shop assistant in a shoe shop, which might be a challenge. Otherwise I'd be flashing my shaved little pussy at a straight female assistant who would probably, unless I was very very lucky, not be interested. I had a little white mini on, I did try another grey skirt but it wastoo tight and didn't gape. The white one, in the mirror, showed quite a lot, quite easily! I debated bare legs or stockings, and chose stockings, just because they make me feel.