M.,so, she was tired and sleepy when it was time to leave. She had on black shorts and a loose white top, and after we got on the highway she was fast... asleep. When we crossed the river in Memphis there was slow traffic, so, I let the top down on my BMW. I noticed that the wind was blowing her shirt up to her bra. I reached over and helped it to go over her big round titties. I knew the truckers were enjoying the sight. Then I had anoghter dirty thought. Her bra fasten in the front,so, I reached. She certainly did the schooluniform proud in her white lace blouse, very full short black skirt,white petticoats and long, lacy drawers, the flounces of which hunguntidily, but provocatively below the hem of her skirt, her long hair wasbrushed to a brilliant sheen and held in place with a white hair-ribbon,and I was over the moon to have her working with me on my firstassignment.The 'mistresses', if you can laughingly call them that, were free to wearwhat they liked and to watch the way some of. I felt him tuck it up under the waistband of my mini skirt. He then turned me around and lifted up the front of my skirt and tucked that under the waistband as well. I had my eyes closed and I was blushing so much I thought that I would burst into flames.I knew that everyone could see me naked from the waist down and as I have sparse fair pubic hair, I knew that they could see my pussy lips as well. I was never so excited and turned on as at that moment. My heart was pounding, the adrenaline. That whore bitch is going down. John looked at himself in there mirrorand smiled. It was a beautiful smile. A winning smile. A sexy smile.He still didn't have makeup on. He didn't want Mary help anymore."I wish I knew how to do that myself." So be it." The voice came from her bedside but John hadn't really heardit. He looked around and grabbed a lipstick tube, opened it, and appliedit.Easy enough. The red went well with the dress.The next box he grabbed had the foundation, and he started.