Glancing at her alarm clock she saw it had just turned 3 so given the regularity assumed someone had set an alarm and that was the alert going off. So...meone setting an alarm to wake up, this early? She doubted any of the guys was planning to get up that early for any wholesome reasons, and anticipated a visit very soon, trying to guess who her witching hour suitor might be. She wondered how to pose herself. Should she pretend to be asleep, or not expecting company? She awkwardly pulled the sheet. Although I couldn't imagine whenmy boxers might have been altered, I quickly decided I had no need toworry about something so plainly innocuous. My new sexy bikinipanties looked so hot, that I knew they made me look a whole lotsexier than my old dull boxers ever had.As I leaned over to pick my shirt up off the floor, I noticed itsappearance had also changed substantially. Wondering how I would lookin it now, I slipped it over my head. I was very pleased at findinghow perfectly my reformed shirt. I had such a good time, I bought Angie and her BIL a round of drinks. They were appreciative, and Angie must have thanked me 1/2 a dozen times.I returned to the roadhouse tonight for dinner. Who had just ended her shift? Yes, Angie! I got an incredible greeting. Angie appears to be in her mid to late 40s, about 5'3", slender but with a nice set of tits that give her tops a great shape. She's very light-skinned, and appears to be a natural blonde. She has green eyes that draw one's attention. The ankle cuffs had to comeoff, but his normally talented and knowing hands werestupid and useless. His fingers roamed the buckles, as iftrying to figure out how they worked. His cock, which hadbeen put back a while ago, was rubbing against his jeanswith every heartbeat.In the end he realized that there was no time to get theankle cuffs off and instead struggled out of his jeansand dragged Enolah down, throwing her unceremoniouslyacross the desk so that her toes still dangled above thefloor..