Her daily ritual, a dance of temptation, starts with a simple question, "What do you think of my panties today?" I'm her captive audience, her lesbian lust the fuel for her exhibitionism. Today, it's a baby blue lace, her wetness staining the fabric, her nipples hard against her thin shirt. She turns, giving me a full view of her ass, her fingers trailing down her back, hinting at what she wants me to do.