I've been a professional waitress for five years, and I've pretty much got things down pat on that end. Second, that wouldn't explain what happened th...at night. The bar had been closed, and we had had such a bad rush hour that I didn't have time to eat even a donut or wash down a cup of coffee. I collapsed, exhausted, on a stool. Joy placed a plate of hot, steaming beef stroganoff in front of me.You know how some things just come naturally? What follows next was done by my mind naturally -- just. He looked me up and down, doubting my innocence. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the plug.I moved it behind the store bag in the other hand, hemming and hawing about a pet toy for my dog. Before he could reply, I suddenly felt my jock fill with a warm wetness which then leaked down my shaven legs to my flip-flops. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the. "You're up first followed by Miss Abreu and then Capelli.You'll go straight down the hall and through the door marked ballroom7, which will put you right in position behind the entrance curtain.Everyone be ready to enter as soon as you hear the music end for thegirl before you. Only one of you backstage while the other is competingso once Miss Daniels returns, hustle to be in position, Miss Capelli.I'll be calling you from the room one at a time ladies, and leave yourbelongings in your assigned. Connie finds herself stealing little furtive glances at Isabella, particularly if she is in her lacy underwear and sitting on the lounge in one of her short skirts, often showing a little display of panty-covered pussy. Isabella seems to have a very pronounced mons of Venus, a gorgeous womanly pronounced pudenda that seem just too womanly for her young age. Connie recognizes that, like most Latin girls, Isabella must have entered puberty some time ago as she often displays thick tufts of pubic.