She finished her smoke and grabbed her bag and wandered up to the door, “Hello sir, I’m Maggie and I am here to do the flat inspection, are you…...Jerry?” she said looking down at her clipboard a bit nervously so I put her out of her misery.. “Yes I am, do come in Maggie” I said and looked at her sweet arse as she walked past me into the lounge.“Can I get you a drink Maggie?” I asked following up with “I just made a fresh batch of fruit squash” I said as she looked around the lounge, “Oh yes. And Ican see you like wearing panties - your dick is really hard, isn't it?Tell me you like your panties." "Yes, I love wearing panties," I replied.I winced as she pinched my thigh. "Naughty Didi. You are a sissy and allwomen are superior to you. You must always reply to a lady by referringto her as mistress. Now what do you say?" "Yes mistress, I love wearingpanties and always want to wear a skirt," I replied. Although my cock wasalready as hard as it had ever been, hearing myself saying this. The dread of being told about, and dread at what I had done, kept me awake. I heard the two women talking for a long time. Mixed with my dread was a wonder at the hair, and the soft, moist feel, I had had for an instant, on some part of my hand. I knew I had felt the hidden part of a female, where the piddle came from, and that is all I did think about it, that I know of, I have no recollection of a lewd sensation, but of a curious sort of delight only.It must have been from this time, that my. My friends do this all the time and they meet up new girls every now and then. In most cases the girls know the intentions of the caller very well and they are ok with it. In other cases, they find it out sooner or later and that would be the end of it. Deepa also was no exception as she was a regular at what you can call “Blind Dating”; however, I was new to all this. So, I found it very amusing when she asked my name and carried our conversation on. She worked as a nurse at one of the.