Tammy didn't say anything about my underwear until we got closeto her car. She invited me out to dinner, telling me to forget the bubblebath and to en...joy the company of others. I agreed and we decided on anice restaurant not far from my apartment. She asked me what I was goingto wear.I told her I was just going to throw on a coat and tie, but said shemeant underneath. She suggested a nice panty girdle, something tight andfeminine. She asked if I had one. I laughed and confirmed I had. . Or mai btana bhul gya onka naam aastha tha.. To vaise to vo bohot modern thi I mean ki haat pe or stomach ke vaha tattoo or coloured baal and western kapre me hi rahati thi normally ya for ghar pe hi hoti thi to pajama and top in short jb tayar hoti thi to lagti hi bohot hoti thi or kb nahi bhi hoti thi to oski vo pajama dekh ke maze hi aajate the….Ab maine ek saal drop kiya tha iit ki preparation ke liye to mai bhi ghar pe hi hota tha din bhar.. To mera bas yahi kaam hota tha subha utho. ‘Look here, Miss Lincoln,’ he said at last, making an effort to appear businesslike. ‘There must be some way to keep you here. I’ll do whatever it takes, I promise. I’ll double your salary, triple it even, to begin with. How’s that?’ ‘But my salary is not an issue, sir. An increase would be welcome, I don’t deny, but…’ ‘Then, consider it increased. I’m sure you’re not being paid half of what you’ve deserved, considering everything you’ve done. Name your own terms, only say that you’ll stay on. I wondered where this was going? Was I nuts? And then, there it was – I was thinking about his cock. Was it big?I jerked back to reality when I realized I had been touching myself and was about to cum. That wasn't allowed by Rick's rules. I stopped the shower and dried off. I had hidden my anal plug, part of my required work attire, in the back of my towel cupboard where my husband never ventured. I got it out, cleaned from the night before, and lowered my pussy onto it, letting my juices.