Maybe they’d been scared off. He’d taken one of them down. He didn’t know if he was dead. Fuck him. If they could get to the right-of-way, then ...hey had a chance. There were only two of them left following and there were three ways out. You’re a gambler. Thirty three point three percent chance of picking the right answer. Recurring. He got up from his haunches and poked his head up slowly from behind the dumpster. Nothing. Right. Now is the time. ‘Right, we’re nearly there. When I say. It starts with my white satin crochless panties with rows of little pink ruffles on the back. Marla always likes it when we have our love sessions in panties, and the crochless ones gives her easy access to my love tunnel. Next came the silk stockings, the white button down shirt, my blue plad short skirt that barely covers my ass, then black leather shoes with a small heel. I've been dreaming about her return ever since she left and didn't know if I could wait now that I was all ready. I. “Take a left into that shop!” I pointed him towards the brassiere fitter’s place. “Why?” He asked. “Trust me just for once?” I offered, helplessly winded as my breast flopped in unrestrained motion from his mighty strides. “Oh very well.” He grumbled, destroying yet more plaster as he entered the shop. I flailed my arms, grabbing the merchandise the tailor had set aside for me. “WHAT THE HELL?” He screamed in the chaos. Then our back was to that place. * * * Oluth breezed past Evarell in. Gotta go. Yeah, it's all good. See you later.”I couldn't help but smile as I had got pretty much the reaction I had hoped for. I put the basket down and with my back to him, I bent over slowly as though searching for something in particular. Letting him have a long lingering look at my ass. I still couldn't believe I was doing this nor could I believe how much it was turning me on. I picked up my clean panties and although I wished they were something a bit sexier they would do. I hung them up.