It’s not. Seriously. I liked watching you. Trust me. I … have been going through a lot of stuff. Self esteem stuff. I liked knowing I could do tha... to a man. I should thank you. Thank you.”“Ha, you are welcome.”“And I wouldn’t have said anything, but you just seemed … different. Angry. I didn’t like it.”“Sorry. It’s just … long day.”“I know,” she said. “I get it. Trust me.”Her hand was on my chest, just resting there. We sat in silence. I wasn’t sure what to do or what this meant. Clearly,. They were a traveling acting troupe (really!) in town for a show that evening. There were four of them, one man, three women. I knew all but the youngest woman. Six feet tall, slender with small tits and long brown hair , she was quite animated in the conversation ,which soon enough revealed itself to be because of an affinity for Black Russians. She had three during lunch and then declared herself to be 'tired' and needing a nap.She left to go back to their van and sleep off her lunch. The man. Some champagne to help us relax. I move to the door, brushing aside her obvious concern about being seen dressed as we are. I open the door and usher you in. Resplendent in your green catsuit, hood and corset, you proffer glasses and pour the champagne. My wife sits in stunned silence, accepting the glass and looking in awe at the beautiful rubber creature standing in front of her. This is Rachel, I say, reading your name tag - a nice touch on your part. She is here to attend to our needs for. A see-through lace bra and panty set was nothing next to the stockings and high heels she wore. But the real shock was seeing Lisa wearing the dark wig and sexy white eyemask. She looked eerily like Allison had in her costume for the porn movie.Allison's eyes were wide as she considered her friend. "Uh, you look great. But are you sure about this? Are you sure you wanna do this?"Lisa was positive. She secretly wanted Jeff's big, black cock again and didn't mind the opportunity to exact some.