Bill steered me to the dining room table. "We don't do introductions," he said. "so you don't have to worry about remembering names." The mask identif...es your status. As long as you are wearing that color, no one will talk to you except through me. They might smile and invite you over with a hand signal, but they can't touch you unless you take the mask off."What about red?" I asked."They give blow jobs," Bill said.I had been assessing everything. Women outnumbered men by a small margin. A lot. I pull on my wig and position it then check myself in the mirror and im amazed at who i have become im sooo close to the DVD that i know i would fuck myself in a heart beat, go me i think.I head over to the bed positioning myself so he will get an eye full coming through the doorway. I add some more lube to myself and my dildo and then i slide it inside me and then i call for him.I hear the bathroom door open and he appears in the door way semi hard (guess i made him wait too long) and holding. A tan petticoat gave the skirt a somewhat stiff look. Ablack belt was cinched at the waist. Underneath, she wore an over bustcorset from Romantasy in San Francisco. It was green silk brocade withribbon laces. Heavily steel boned to a wasp waist Ann had designed itespecially for Joan. It was her favorite but for now it was laced downonly far enough to be comfortable. Six garters hung down and wereattached to beige stockings. These were actually the last pair ofstockings Joan owned because. I gave the former slaves money to use for their new (to them) plantation. I was embarrassed when they decided to call it the Clark Plantation.The people who were staying remained here to unload wagons today, splitting the furniture between the plantation and Dad’s place. I reminded them that I wanted the writing desk that Tara used, the large desk that Mr. Greene had, the large table and chairs from Mr. Greene’s dining room, and the wardrobes from Mr. Greene’s room and his son’s room.Since Dad.