Approving whistles pierced the clamor of the parking lot. Between the call-call, whistles and shouts to expose myself, I narrowed by field of view in ...earch of the perpetrator, or potentially a posse of perps. We locked eyes. The ringleader was surrounded by his adoring minions, a pack of young men, likely on break from school, stood a few parking spots away, dr****g themselves over what I presumed was their car. He gestured like Superman revealing his emblazoned S, silently instructing me to. “Charge any new clothes you need to James’ expense account.” “Okay.” “Relax, it won’t be that bad. I’m a nice guy, it’s a nice place, they’re nice people and you’re saving the company and your entire future.” “I know but...” “Compared with bankruptcy and destitution, having sex a few times with an old friend isn’t too bad, is it?” He was right! Andy hadn’t put us in the dreadful financial position we were in and he was the only person offering any route out at all. “I understand.” “Great! I’ll. If so, then it was possible that I was caught in the middle, being used as some kind of counterweight to the wrongs the other side was committing.The whole thing sounded like a cheap science fiction movie, but the facts were so out there I doubted how successful a movie could be with such an impossible pretext for a film. My life had been hijacked so many times, causing me to lose so many people I loved, that going along with whatever came next became my survival mechanism.The dream stirred up. ..and Ijust adore that dress; you clearly have an eye for style." I feltcuriously pleased to be praised by my wife for my choice of femaleclothing!"Come over here and give me a proper kiss," Sandra demanded. "I amgetting quite exited seeing you dressed like that and I need a bit ofpetting!" I hastened to comply with her wishes and we were soon wrappedin each others arms, fondling and caressing. I quickly discovered thatSandra hadn't been kidding about her excitement; her panties werepositively.