It was a gorgeous babe. The woman on the bike was barely dressed. Samael’s eyes went wide. He watched her stop and take her helmet off. Her faux pro...tective suit quickly attracted all kind of attention.Peacocks of all shapes and sizes started emerging from their dens. In a flash they started wooing the woman that simply shut her bike off and secured it against nearby bike rack. Taking her keys she walked off. She swayed her hips as much as she could. Selling her charms to the males around.One. She wore a men's (or maybe a boy's) white tank "wife-beater" style undershirt with black suspenders and long black slacks. Her nipples were obvious under the thin undershirt, but she didn't really need a bra because her breasts were about the smallest A-cups I've seen on a grown woman. And something about her looked vaguely familiar.I pointed her out to Kyle and asked if he recognized her, but he just made some smartass remark about being "happy to meet Heather Graham". Before I could tell him. "Remove them TINY," she said her voice raising at the end.With trembling hands I slowly undid them and let them drop to the floor,standing there in black lace panties with red roses on and my faceburning with shame as Mistress Tara grinned."OH SORRY!" It was Sophie as she walked round the wall bringing someunderwear sets."Don't worry dear, lets have a look at those." Mistress Tara held herhand out and examined the underwear as Sophie stood slyly glancing at mypanties, Mistress Tara handed me a. ”“You’re so tiny,” was repeated a lot during the photograph session after the successful endeavor.An ominous belch from the royal.“Over the side, Junior.” I said that... “I don’t want to see it.” And that.“Shit ... too late.” Definitely me.“David. You’re in her way.” Junior said that.The walk from Ludbubble back to the boat was blessed with a fantastic sunset, warm gentle breezes, frothy yeasty burps and peaceful conversation.David had arranged a ride back to Pentwater ... they would pick him.