Hey! It's late! I've got to run."That was the way it began. On the train to work, I tried to read thepaper, but I kept thinking of what Dolly had s...aid. Panties? No way. Inever went in for the super-macho bit, but I knew I was all man, throughand through.I brought work home with me that evening, as I had to nearly every night.We were setting up a Web page for a client, and they had just come up witha whole bunch of new things they wanted to include. This was going to be abusy evening."A. The bathroom door was locked, but there was a small trick to open it from outside if you wanted to open it.I was really hungover and was taking a long time in the bathroom, and at the same time, I was very horny. I was in the bathroom naked when auntie knocked on the door, asking me to come out soon. She had a bucket of washed clothes in the bathroom that she wanted to hang out for drying.I was very horny and unsure of what happened to me, and I asked her to come and get it. She used the trick. Paul Jacobs looked at the group, then at the door guard who took my coat. I felt all eyes on me when my dress was revealed and a cackle came from a florid faced man sitting to the left. A soft voice came from beside my left ear, honeyed and slightly accented, "So, you must be Chantal, well darling, let's leave them to it and go and enjoy ourselves."Almost as quickly as I'd entered the room I was out of it again and being led through the gambling tables. When we arrived at a small restaurant at. Mrs O sat back with her skirt pulled up and white panties on show looking up into the drivers cab making sure he got an eyeful which he certainly did. This spurred her on and she rubbed a bit faster eyes looking ahead for other truckers.We soon came up behind another one and this time she lifted her top and popped her breasts out over the cups of her bra shifting the seat belt so it ran across her stomach leaving her half naked. I passed the truck slowly letting the driver feast his eyes on Mrs.