My dark blue dress does not look wet, I know that all I am wearing is a garter and stockings, my heels are fine. My hair gleams in the light. Looking ...farther down, my nipples are hard as rocks and very sensitive. My pussy is wet, and I debate whether to get a head start on things, but I decide not to. I know that JJ will take good care of me. He always does. I walk back out of the ladies room and the set has ended. JJ always disappears for a bit backstage to relax before heading to the bar for. Many male eyes were ogling her as we were shown to our table, and a few ladies were shooting daggers her way, although to be perfectly honest I sensed that the majority of the couples there were also away for a short fun break, with the emphasis on fun. The food was exquisite, as expected, and the waiters seemed to take it in turns to attend us, or should I say Marina, I was merely an obtrusion to them appreciating her. She was loving it so much that she made an excuse to get something out of. “There is no need to blush,” she reassured him. “Nuns have to piss too, like other men and women.”She reached under the bed, and found the clay bowl for him to piss in. She put it on the bed and rolled him carefully onto his side before pulling up his shift for him. She could not help casting a quick glance at the large mass of his genitals, the meaty prick surrounded by a thick mass of dark hair. Before he could say anything, she quickly turned her back and stood in the doorway to allow him to. And this one has been.I was making the very short drive from my house to my new rental house, rolling slowly down the street in my old truck…heading back to the house after lunch…when I damn near drove off the road into the neighbor’s manicured yard. I had to jab the brakes hard to regain control and avoid a difficult to explain accident, but I did…barely.What caused this sudden inability to drive at 20 mph you ask? Simple, an unexpected vision of loveliness…two of them actually…blonds…one.