I changed ito a leotard and tights. I pulled the hair on my wig back into a ponytail, checked my figure and headed into the basement. I popped the DVD... into the DVR and began the routine. About half way into my routine, I felt like someone was watching me. I ignored it at first and then heard a noise behind me. I realized that I had forgotten to make sure the doors were locked and was afraid that someone was breaking in. I turned around to see a tall dark haired woman and Ellen. The woman. I could all but cross my fingers cross my toes right now and hope for if the ads were correct, this was the place.In the paper the pale faced clown was innocent enough his painted smile and red bulb nose of delightful abandon and if I wasn't more aware that I was flipping through a porn rag I would have dismissed it for just another party superstore balloon joint. But I'd always liked clowns in a cynical sort of way and my dick was half hard already what with the previous page being a close up. The question surprised me. I’d not thought it possible she saw me as stupid.“Mahmut is the prince of the city right now.” Anger tinted my voice involuntarily. She shook her head. “Some people think that, yes. Others, they consider Qoura, or one of the other Guardians, the ruler of the city. Neither side is wrong. The Prince has all the gold, and his gold gives him the Guard. Qoura is a sorceress, perhaps the greatest sorcerer to ever live, her power is the terror of her name.”Ah, she didn’t. Her in front of me on the couch, with me rubbing J's back, shoulders and over the top of her shoulder and down the side of her arms. This make her shirt only on the front edges of her shoulders and around the back of her neck and just under her tits in front. It looks like a t-shirt bra. How am I going to continue. The guy friend is in the chair about 3 feet in front of us.So we are laughing and telling stories, J is into this so far. I am thinking hard and move my arms around in front of her.