We decided to be silly and dressed them as if they were performing in Cats. Several of the men at the meeting gave us a ton of grief because the full ...eotards and tights meant they couldn't try to grab a quickie from our ladies. It was insulting that these adult men ignored our clear requests that they stop insulting us and our ladies. Fortunately the marine sergeant in charge of the briefing put a stop to it, but it left a foul taste in my mouth. At least Sergeant Powell stood up for us. He. Anxiety is weird. I had to hit the CBD today because even though I’ve had for me a pretty relaxing day. I’ve caught myself twitching and rocking for no reason I can point to other than someone is playing music in the house. It’s not even loud or a kind I don’t like. It just feels invasive. My rationale mind calls bullshit. They have just as much right to listen to music and such as I do. It would be different if they were blasting it but they’re not. It’s just my anxiety acting up. So pull out. Usually I wear my robe while sitting in my chair, and she gets frequent glimpses of my cock in various stages of hardness. I can drive her crazy just by talking with her about normal subjects while flashing her unmercifully. She also knows my weak spots. When she’s feeling especially frisky, she’ll put on her referee shirt with the zip up front and very short skirt. It’s comfortable and she likes wearing it, usually with panties or shorts if others are around. When she’s looking for some. I would have to come out and sign and I had no normal clothes with me in the bathroom. So I just quickly removed my top and bra. I wrapped a towel around my waist making sure that the panty and skirt are not visible, and came out to sign. I took the bill and signed and gave it to the waiter.He was just looking at me from top to bottom. I realized he had seen me dressed up and was wondering why a girl went into the bathroom and a half-naked guy came out. I gave him a tip and said, “Thanks.” He.