Katie walked behind Heather, as she entered the salesroom, then stood to her right, facing the two submissives.Heather cleared her throat, then spoke.... "I got a call earlier today. My mother has died."Katie let out a gasp. "Oh, Heather! I'm so sorry."The dominatrix shrugged. "She had been battling breast cancer for the past year. Her pain had gotten quite severe. It was for the best."Katie had met Martha Johnson twice. Both times during a holiday on her farm.The teen liked Martha's Iowa farm. Monica came out onto what was the set for the bachelor's party and she was wearing a rather concealing floor-length evening dress that didn't do anything to show what she had on underneath it. Then, when the director called "Action" and she strolled out and began to tease and dance for the admiring audience of those supposedly there for a bachelor's party, Monica quickly fell into the fantasy of being a very sought-after exotic dancer and she soon had the long evening dress off, revealing that. When I am filming, and here is a bit of insider information, must of us are nude under our skimpy skirts and dresses, our pussies are wet, with a mixture of nervous tension, alcohol, and the thought that millions might see our pussies, if we either, dare to show, by having a wardrobe malfunction, or just say fuck it, here goes, but in reality, the later rarely happens, and usually after the show, we fuck the bodyguard, or the chauffeur, to ease the sexual tension. Some of my friends who are. He is planning for later. He settles himself onto the furniture, falling back with a lazy sigh, his long brown and blue hair fanning out behind him, the translucent luminescence of his opal silk coat, the only item he is wearing, making him look like a god. He closes deep intensely green eyes to wait. It has been a long time since the last rendezvous here, and today there will be a different set of people to play with and enjoy. And perhaps less power play, though that was fun too. While he.