Crossdressing Stories: Promises, Promises
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He raised the panties and took a deep breath from them. “You would call me?”
“Yes, when I want you to pick up your first check.”
“No problem. I would expect your call.”
“And Josh.”
“Yes?”
“When I do call you, I want you to come wearing those things.”
He raised the panties and the bra. “I should put them on when I am coming over to see you?”
“Yes. Make sure that you have them on. If not, you can consider this whole deal cancelled.”
“No problem. I would have them on when next I am coming here.”
As he left the office, Josh could not stop thinking of how lucky he was. He had not only won a big account but also won the approval of the MD, a dominatrix. He recalled what Cassie had wanted and he knew that he was not going to relent in fulfilling his promise to her.
