The laundry room was well lit. However, lint from ten white dryers gave them and the six white washing machines a dirty, dingy appearance. The empty s...oap bottles, bent hangers and cracked laundry baskets that were always in the room made it look cluttered as well.The basement was even darker. Two dozen wire mesh storage lockers lined the walls that had been painted black. Three lone bulbs hung from the low ceiling by lone wires. They allowed someone coming down here to see the various locker. It sparkled and shone. The windows were blacked out and the chequered pattern in red made it stand out from all the wrecks that posed as cabs here in New York. I stepped in, briefcase under my arm and was amazed. The driver was Sam, the same man who had given us a lift a month or more ago. On the way I found out that Kathy had offered him a steady job working as her driver. She had paid for the cab to be repaired a week or so ago and only let him drive her and no one else. Another victim lined. "Time to go 'date' dress shopping," she proclaimed. Apparently, 'date'dress shopping is different than regular dress shopping. "Of course," shesaid. "He's going to be undressing you with his eyes all night long, soyou'll want to wear something that he'll want to take off you."Okay - So Jack called and invited me out to dinner, at a nice restauranta few miles from the town we live near. It's a pretty fancy restaurant.Not like some cheap diner or anything like that. This one you have to usereal. I slipped out of my loafers in preparation for removing my slacks. Then I remembered the little affair at a mall appearance many years ago and I replaced my shoes.I instead just unzipped my slacks and extracted my swollen rod and moved closer to the bed.Her long legs are silky smooth to the touch and I gently stroked the insides of her thighs with my fingertips. I was rewarded by soft gentle moaning as I did this. I then noticed a tiny white lace thong covering the entrance to her pussy, it is.