Standing outside her dressing room, I shifted awkwardly. Normally, I had little to do with Miss Scarlet, just dropped off her costumes and collected h...er laundry. That particular evening, however, was different. I was to be her personal dresser for the first time. It was a role in which I wasn’t altogether comfortable. Mrs Baxter usually dealt with our resident red-headed ‘volcano.’ Fifty years old and unshakable, she’d dressed countless ‘Scarlets’ and didn’t bat an eyelid at the constant. One of the guys straight away asked me if he could put up a gallery of her on his page. At first I said no, but having got the idea into my head, I felt so excited at the thought of my wife being displayed on the net, and I began thinking would I be game to do it. After hesitating for a few weeks, I told him to go for it, but with the proviso that he was to take the pics down again after a week.What a turn on to see her out there displayed naked for anyone and everyone to see. I was so nervous. Megan had told her how to do it right. She liked seeing the boys dicks shoot off, except it was messy.Buffy forgot she was naked. She marched right up to Bob and said, "You were jackin' off, weren't you, Bob?"He smiled. "Like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. You girls have got me going. I wasn't exactly jacking off. I'm just so hot that it felt good to touch myself. Don't you touch yourself when you're horny Buffy?" She blushed and he said "I thought so. You too I bet," he said to. “I’d like to say that we’d reserved it for you, but it just happens to be empty.” “You’re sweet,” she told him, taking her drink and walking to the table. Five minutes later, Kevin came in and sat at the bar. The bartender approached. “Scotch rocks?” the barkeep asked him. “Why, yes,” Kevin said. “That’s your wife, right?” “She is.” “I thought I remembered the two of you. She’s kind of unforgettable. A real beauty and a very nice lady.” “Thank you. She’s all of that. And you’ll be getting a.