She scrambled to get her clothes off, tossing them carelessly aside. “On your knees,” barked Lucy, and Kat complied, the juice now running down he... thighs. “Hands behind your back.” Lucy secured Kat’s hands with a strip of cloth and also fastened a metal cuff attached to a length of chain to one of her ankles.The kneeling, nude Kat looked up humbly as Lucy stripped off her jeans, then her black lace panties. Kat was somewhat surprised to find that Lucy was not shaved; in fact she was rather. I'd be back in women's clothing again in a fewhours, and I needed to keep my girlish figure! When I finally escaped, Itook a long walk along the Chicago River before I returned to the PalmerHouse to pick up my bags. As I was leaving the hotel, out of the cornerof my eye I spotted a familiar face: one of the two cops who hadinterviewed me at the Intercontinental was talking to a hotel securityguard in the lobby! I turned away and bolted outside before he could seeme, and waited nervously. “We need to count our clothes and make sure we have the same number,” said Erin.“And the garter belts and stockings don’t count. I want you girls to keep them on. I hope your panties are outside the garters.”“No fair,” protested Layla. “That’s an advantage to Legs over there.”“Not to me it isn’t — and I’m the judge. To me it’s just decoration, an equalizer. Besides,” Gene added, eyeing Layla’s stems appreciatively, “I’m not sure her legs are better, just longer.”“What?” sputtered Erin.Layla. We introduced each other and we chatted for some time and during that time she was trying to touch me with some or the other excuse, and within that time we became good friends and very close. She, in fact, told me directly that she is interested to have fun with me as she is starving for the same for very long, her husband is in us and come only once a year, she has a child of 4 yrs old and stays here with her in laws.I was like happy with her words and accepted her offer, she said she shall.