Her hair was a natural ash blonde and braided up the back of her head to show off her long slender neck. She carried her head high and had a proud cur...e to her chin. I closed the gap between us until I was about ten feet behind her. She was taller than I had first thought, probably five-nine or five-ten. I looked up and down the street and didn't see any cars or pedestrians. We were approaching an alley and an old house with over-grown shrubbery. I reached in my pocket for the length of nylon. Her night's fuck had left hours ago but she didn't care he was pour excuse for a master. She stood up and removed the harness and looked at her sweater and knee length skirt. She walked over and was about to put it on when she remembered she had almost gotten fire from her last job for getting caught without underwear so she quickly the most conservative underwear she had black frilly that covered her tattoo of slave written on her ass cheek. She also put on a bra to contain her large double. Our passionate bouts of kissing and groping were periodically interrupted by me recounting for Tracy the many, MANY fantasies I'd had of her over the years."Where was I?" I panted."Ha-bo-reeb," she mumbled through the meat of my cock."Right, Halloween. You're-ahh! You're wearing that damnable little I Dream of Jeannie costume, with those see-through harem pants and that tight crop top." I remember that night," Tracy teased, releasing my cock once more. "Two years ago. You were eye-fucking me. When i came back in, she was laying on the bed under the covers. I asked her if she had to go to the toilet one last time, couse ones she had her pre anesthetic medication, she had to stay in bed. ‘oh, them i gonna go one more time real fast’ she said. She when out of the bed and as she did, i could just see a little part of her panty’s as she flipped her legs to get out… for 1 second i got to look straight into her crotch… she was wearing a pink cotton panty… ‘yep, it’s the kind of underware.