One was slender, with an hourglass figure, a bob haircut dyed bright pink, wearing a short pink satin dress which clung to her curves and ended at the...hem with ruffles of white marabou. Her long legs were clad in sheer pink stockings which ran down to a pair of pink ankle socks topped with a marabou ruffle. The pink sandals were high and thin. A pair of elbow-length pink opera gloves ran to her elbows. She was made up to look like a doll, with a pale, almost white face that made the pink eye. "So now I ask you, Fred. Will you do it for us and for her?"Fred's cock looked as though it was about shoot a load of jizz without even being touched. His breathing was intense, as he stared at Tina. It was an important moment in his personal development as a master.He looked back at me, and then to the ceiling. "Tim, as you've so accurately pointed out, we have both had our fantasies about Tina. And while I would love to have her groveling at my feet, and to have her available to fuck when. As I got out of my car and began walking, I suddenly realized how badly I needed to piss and I made a beeline for the bathroom. Being fairly late at night, the bathroom was completely empty and I had my choice of urinals. I walked up to one, unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and began to let loose. The piss felt so good that I just closed my eyes and leaned my head back. As my stream finally began to die down, I opened my eyes and noticed another guy standing right next to me. The whole. .." I continued to stutter. "I think I love it, but... Ican't believe I look like that."Emma glanced at the clock on my bed stand and said, "Oh, crap. You needto get downstairs and sign in. It's eight fifty nine!" Oh, shoot!" I said, as I hurried back down the stairs as quickly as Icould in the low heels and signed in exactly on time, which is aboutthree minutes later than usual for me."Well, look at you! Running around in heels with no problem at all!"Emma teased. "One last thing, though," she.