" But then ... what do I wear to work today?" Here," she held out a pair of nylon and lace panties. The fabric was a shimmery burgundy color. "Wear mi...ne. Just until I have time to wash yours."I caught my breath. Maybe the mind control command had worked!"No," I demurred, "I don't think I could wear that to work." Why not?" Well, the lace would itch ... and it just wouldn't feel right, I don't think. Maybe I could just wear a dirty pair of my own briefs?" Ewww, no! Just wear this. Don't be such. He began to gently stroke my breast with his finger and I felt my breast respond and harden to his touch. I need not have worried that he would go any further because this was all he did.We ate at a Chinese Restaurant before Neil drove me back home. Summoning up the nerve I asked him in for coffee and he agreed.We sat together on the settee drinking our coffee. I could sense that Neil was nervous and so I took the lead and moved towards him and laid my head on his shoulder. We just sat there. She was never able to find any kind of clasp to close one. They had a T-shaped back like an athletic bra. They could be dropped down over the shoulders and closed at the sides, but the strap ends had no kind of hook, catch or attachment. They had perfectly smooth matching flat ends. The panties used the same kind of closures, if you could call them that, on the sides above the hip bone. Unknown to the public there were also high-heeled shoes. They looked so much like modern high heels that the. ‘What’s the matter?’ Scott asked anxiously. ‘I broke the first rule!’ Giselle wailed, tears filling her eyes. Scott took the manual from her limp grasp and read. The minute he saw the opening lines, he knew. There, on the very first page, written in bold red letters was this: ‘Do not make your presence known to your charge in anything other than the direst circumstances.’ ‘Yeah, you really did break the rule, didn’t you?’ Scott said closing the manual and handing it back to her. Giselle nodded.