It was not long before I could feel Ralph’s body begin to tense. “That’s a good little slut. Turner (I just could not bring myself to think of her otherwise) leaned forward and put a hand over mine. um… I stepped back and looked at the final product in the mirror. I watched Dwayne’s eyes as he took in the outfit I’d chosen for tonight: a light, peach blouse over a bright pink bra, filled out with my water-filled falsies; my black pleated skirt that fell mid-thigh when I was standing, and rode up to show the pink thong panties that matched my bras and the tops of my black garter stockings. “When Dwayne convinced me to do this, I really expected to have to fight with HR about it.” He shook his head as he crossed the room to sit back behind his desk.
