A professional civil engineer, she was a stunning, light-skinned, 30-year-old African-American woman from southeastern Tennessee who’d lobbied her g...vernment agency for the watchdog position. She’d grown up in a little hamlet nearby and knew a great deal about the area near Manchester, plus she’d worked her way up in the Federal Housing Administration for eight years. I put on my funky tee shirt, which immediately clung to me with sweat from the oppressive southern heat. ‘Should’ve shaved and. I decided to wear white thigh highs, panties and a corset under a dress shirt though just to show him I was committed. We met and talked, had coffee (This would come to mean more later) there were a couple other people in there while we talked so when it was down to one or two other people I opened my shirt a couple buttons so you could see my corset and asked if he liked what he saw? He said very much, we were at a table that was a little inconspicuous so I slid off one boot without him. Finally I said fuck it and sent her a text, she responded and I set up to meet her at her apartment. I was working that day and decided I’d take my hour lunch to meet her. I arrived, sat outside in my car smoked a cigarette and couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this. Finally I got the courage up and texted her that I was out front. She came down and let me in and I followed her to her apartment. She had on a robe and some lace stockings. I get inside and she says off the bat money. "Jennifer Gottos! Those aren't tits; they're landmarks!" I told her."It could be a padded bra," Susan insisted."You take gym with her," I said. "Don't tell me you haven't peeked." Yeah," Susan shrugged. "But I need to touch them to make sure they're real!" Sixteen year old girls don't have fake boobs," I protested. "Especially now! What's the point?" Shows what you know!" Susan said with all the superiority sixteen-year old females claim over males their age."I'll let you touch them," Susan.