"I thought.. " "Are you disobeying me ?" I raised my voice. "No" she replied meekly."A two page report on my desk after lunch!" I settled in to my wor...k answering emails, checking our finances, and making a few calls. Time went quickly. "Steve can we go out for lunch?" I looked at the door Victoria had on her big sunglasses fresh make up and little black dress her olive skin had sheen of perspiration Marsha had made her do the long walk around the CBD delivering documents to our clients by hand.. " Yes, Mistress." And with that, I hurry upstairs, weighing my options.I can run outside now and get in my car, but the idea of some old ladycalling the cops on me in my current dress would surely get me beatento a pulp. Or, I can attempt to reason with Erin, maybe make herunderstand that this was nothing more than a one time deal (an out-and-out lie) and that it would never happen again (probably a lie also).While thinking about this, I find the uniform she's talking about... Iremember it. ‘I need you to fuck me,’ she said urgently, pulling him close so she could run her tongue along his lower lip and nibble at it. He started to sink to his knees in front of her. ‘I want you to come first.’ He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and she lifted her behind off the table so he could pull down her panties. Giggling, she pulled her feet through the holes and he tossed them aside. He stroked lightly at her neatly trimmed pussy, and smiled up at her. ‘At this point, I don’t think that. What was I to do?I adopted Francine's perspective. This was a stage and we were actors. I was the groom. My part was simple for a reason. Everything assumed that I would be overwhelmed by the moment. It was a good assumption, because Sheila was that beautiful. You've seen the pictures.Still, the masque must be played. I always found it ironic that "masque" means both play and cover for the face. That particular irony came home to roost. We reached the end of a play and it was time to exit. The.