The mature saleslady at the department store insisted I try them on before I bought them. I’m not sure how she knew they were for me. Was it that obvious? She laid her hand on my lower back and guided me to the LADIES DRESSING ROOM! Once I was inside the little room, I stripped and wiggled into the panties. As I preened before the mirrors, I heard a knock on the door… My saleslady was asking if everything was alright. She wanted me to open the door so she could check the fit. I tried to convince her I was fine, but she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.