Every single piece of equipment that I owned was heavy, and Iimmediately found out that a skirt was not the best thing to wear forthat kind of work. ...The tight skirt made me keep my knees together everytime I stooped down to pick up something, and even though my shoes hadwide heels, they were high enough to make carrying something heavy alittle more difficult. I was very aware that my movements were, ofnecessity, more feminine than they usually would.We managed to get set up pretty quickly and. Tilting my head, I caught the mirror and saw a guy in slippers and flannel pajamas standing at the urinal relieving himself. I opened my mouth and tried to breathe. All he had to do was wash his hands and look in the mirror and he couldn′t miss the pervert in the now crotchless pantyhose and tail plug – me. My whole body got hot. My asshole ached. Marlene′s games had gone far enough; after this I wasn′t playing anymore.His business done, the guy hit the flush lever with his elbow, turned toward. Was she flirting with me? "I'd love some. Do you do frappuccinos?" "Starbucks is down the street," I said quite sternly. "Sorry, just plain coffee then." I turned to the coffee machine behind me and began making her a cup. "Your shop is really lovely," she complimented. I set her a mug of coffee on the counter. "Thank you. I designed it myself. I'm a creative artist," I smiled at her with a seductive look. I thought, if she was going to be a bit flirty with me then why not I with her. She took. Joe closed his eyes as Kelly began to massage the tent that had popped up in his pants. Kelly slowly and sexually began to unzip joes pants, which turned joe on even more. Once Kelly had joes pants down around his ankles, Kelly turned around and pulled her skirt up a few inches to reveal a red thong that matched her bra which had been soaked by her juices which had seeped through the thong and began to drip down her thigh. Joe ripped off her thong to reveal her bald pussy. Kelly took his boxers.