Chapter Eight
The limo arrived at an attractive brick home some distance from the city. The light glowing inside would have welcomed me, if it hadn’t been for my trepidation, wondering what Reggie and his friends had planned for me this evening.
Reggie had me dressed in a blue and green plaid wool skirt and matching pullover sweater, making me into a school girl from the 1950’s. The skirt hit me mid-calf, while the sweater was tight enough to cling to my breasts so that my hard n*****s showed through the soft fabric. My shoes were low heeled, my hair pulled back into a ponytail and fixed with a bow. It had been several years since I’d looked so prim and proper. While the outfit harkened to a bygone time, I remember wearing such silly clothes just five years before, before my initial stin
