"Is there anything we need to run into town and get?"Jake sat down and said. "I don't think so. I've got plenty of food and beer."We sat there, soakin... up the sun, listening to Jake tell how he had come to live here, and how he had been working to fix the place up. After a bit, we heard a car coming down the only road into the valley, and we got up to see if it was Jeff and Christine. It was. They pulled up in Jeff’s Mustang and got out of the car and came in carrying a case of beer and a bag. All that remained was for me to step into my miniskirt and pull it upand say"Julian zip me please."So I did so and Julian had put me in my first skirt. It was fitting thatJulian zipped me into it my skirt. He insisted on doing a selfie of usboth, him in full drag (dressed as a French Maid), me in a skirt for thefirst time in my life...I then stepped into the heels. I wobbled a bit to start with and I wouldimagine that from the dazed look on my face I must have looked like achild who had. My fingers begin massaging my trapped clit as they move in a firm tight rhythmic circle. A ripple of pleasure radiates. For a moment, I remember there are two others in the room. Are they still here? What are they doing? My mind briefly escapes my body and I look down upon myself. Blindfolded, naked, two men watching as one man slides his cock in and out of my mouth, his hand still controlling my head. Do they see the enrapture I see upon my own face? Can they tell how I enjoy what they are. What a fucked up life this is I thought.I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier times, some nights my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take some leave to.