Lacetraceries embellished the bust line. I finished mypreparations by pulling on the long, crimson glovesand fastening the cincher around my waist. An...d then Iwas ready. I posed in the mirror, stepping forward on one footand lifting the petticoats to reveal a saucy blackgarter. My heart was racing in my chest, my eyestwinkled with mischief. Was this how it felt, waitingbackstage while the band warmed up its horns andstrings? I could almost hear the murmur of the crowd,the popping of corks and. "Barney." He replied with a smirk and a Cockney accent; as his eyes flicked all over my body which was covered in my sexiest lingerie."Can we have a beer?" Craig nonchalantly asked as he hung up his jacket and held his hand out for Barney's coat."I suppose so, they're in the fridge." I told him without moving from my spot next to the door."Come on babe," Craig saucily winked and stroked my arse, "can you get them for us? You know how much I like watching you walk about dressed like that."I was. It didn't look like Jackie minded at all, and they both seemed to be enjoying grinding their crotches together. Their boldness seemed to spur me on and I reached down and grabbed Steven's ass with both hands. Steven seemed a bit startled with my move but then asked, "Do you mind if I do the same?" I told him, "We are dressed like this because we want to be felt up, so please feel free to touch anything." He slowly slid both hands down my lower back until he got to my ass and firmly squeezed. She feared that even an accidental kiss would paralyze her. Even the mere act of him shaking hands with her employers, in these banally upscale culinary settings, was a visually delicious little spectacle to voyeuristically cherish. A silent giggle curled one corner of her lips and she looked down to hide her joy, like a schoolgirl with embarrassing secret thoughts about a boy. Her particular joy this moment was Shimada’s stylishly mussed jet-black mane, which belied his impossible wisdom for.