As usual, I was going to be masked, blindfolded or even hooded the entire time. I never was otherwise, unless at the discretion of ‘the owner’ of ...the Club or whoever owned me for the evening. I remember one time when I was being prepared for the night, before I was masked, I was painted statue white all over my body as I was to stand as decoration for one party. I was to change poses from time to time, but was ordered to be frozen in place for the entire evening. At first I thought I wouldn’t. “Must…learn…self…control,” reciting in my head while each footstep clinked onto the floor with my stiletto heels. While trying to refrain from pussy juices gushing in my panties, I sat next to Jake. Abruptly, I felt a slight hand pulling my black pencil skirt, slowly. My thighs were quivering, yet he was nonchalant. I had to keep a poker face. Self control was not an option. The viscosity of pussy juices flowed freely on Jake’s finger. I had slowly exhaled. “Count each time my finger is. I was able to avoid any embarrassing incidents, but I think that if I had to go through it again, I would have pulled an American Pie internet scene, and I’m sure Britney would’ve been real impressed by that. The four guys that carried me in carried me back off stage. Britney came and grabbed me again, and took me took the dressing room again. “You did pretty good. I thought you were going to lose it there for a second at the end.” She was getting undressed again. Her hair had a little of a wet. Now that the snow had melting and I wasn't bone weary from war and my long exertions to reach this place, I found much in the area to like. About an hour away from the meeting place of the Gods and but a short stroll to the great gate that entered to the Dweorg underworl, I found a most soothing sight that did remind me very much of home.The hillsides were gentler here, and the cliffs of the great mountains here provided a sturdy windbreak against most severe weather. The soil here was good.