He walks over to the car . I have a blonde wig on , black satin blouse , black mini skirt with stockings suspenders and heels . but he seen all that ....he looks through the passenger window . he is quite young 25-30 . slim , quite a nice guy.I lower the window ....me . hey mate how are you doing ? him fine thanks , god you look nice .me thanks .do you want to get in? yes please. he climbs in him , god I cant believe this , I don't know what im doing here , I am not even gay or anything , but you. I was wearing a red and beige print, long sleeve wrap-around dress that tied at the hip and came to just above the knee, nude sheer-to-waist hose, and a pair of beige, sling-back, high heels. I could feel, and see, their eyes move from my breasts, down my hips, to the hem of my dress, and down to my heels. The one facing me glanced down at my legs as I sat and crossed them under the table. The dress parted over my knee where it wrapped, exposing my leg up to mid-thigh. I smiled to myself and. ." My name is Jenny and I would prefer Mrs McEwan from you." Of course." Neena nods understandingly but ignores my request, the irritating, patronising smile still playing on her lips. "Vyerka, why don't you go outside and see for yourself? You will find the doors open. Go into the corridor, turn right, walk through two other doors and turn left through the door into the garden..."I look back at her in disbelief. I can't imagine why she is letting me do this. The idea of something other than. The goldmine however, is the little strip between the two. Pale coloured panties are the best in my opinion, because you can gaze at the stains first, imagining how the knickers have ridden up between the owners lips. Those lips may be pink, they may be brown, they may be hidden within the folds of the vulva, and they might sit fat and proud outside. One universal truth though, is that they've rubbed against the fabric in that middle strip.After the eyes feast upon the hidden gems, I lift.