“That was the former home of Esteban Lopez. Yes, the one from the news about four months ago. The coke lord brutally murdered in his bedroom, in fro...t of his five mistresses, ‘by a ghost.’ A hit so surgical, yet brutal, that even his former allies are claiming credit.”Troy took a seat next to Helen, took in what she said, and faced her before speaking.“Ok, it said Lot 15. Is that a location?”“No.” Helena replied. “All right, you know how in movies, someone steals the plans for the missile, or. Oh my god they liked me that thoughtalone lifted me and I started to appreciate it, my feet started movingand I played up to them and gradually over the period of a couple ofsongs they started to get into it as well and bit by bit their enjoymentflowed into me, by half way through my set they were all on their feetand swelled forward, there was dancing and clapping. At the end I got ahuge round of applause.I was pretty happy with the applause but that paled into insignificancewhen the main act. As Dad got up to leave, he said "Oh, by the way, your pants need a restwith the workout you gave them here. You are to wear your skirts ordresses for a week. No exceptions. Okay?" But Dad, none of the girls my age wear dresses to school? And whatabout softball? I have a game this week." No exceptions. You wore dresses when you were little, you wear them onSunday and you'll wear them when you get older. Keep in practice. Ialso know your uniform comes with both a skirt and pants. So the skirtis. I pulled up to a set of traffic lights with a lorry directly next to me. The lorry was an overseas delivery, so the driver was actually next to my side of the car. I looked up to the cab to see the driver smiling down at me. My coat was wide open with my huge tits, shaved pussy and erotic lingerie all on display. I smiled back at the lorry driver and parted my legs slightly, just enough to ensure that my smooth slit was now on display. The driver smiled not believing his luck. Winding his.