Once full he capped it.Dave let go of her panties they snapped back over her twat immediately becoming soaked. "OOPS!" he joked."Nooo!" she tried to s...op but couldn't. The rest of her piss fell through the cotton of her pants into the bucket. Eventually she stopped. her pants and thighs were slick with her piss."You bastards" she croaked mortified.They let her skirt drop and stood up. She stayed crouched over the bucket."You bastards! I need to clean up where can I go?"Dave chuckled "Hey now. Julia laughed some more, Samantha joined her.He just stood there, accepting the ridicule in silence, feeling utterlyinsignificant before the two women, both of whom had prettier paintednails than him. Why couldn't they have just left him alone over it,pretended it was normal for a man to color his nails too? Oh no, it wasonly okay for them, for the females."Goodness, where's my manners," Julia said, her laughter at Eric havingsubsided to a soft chuckle. "Welcome to my home, Sam," Julia. My hair is gathered at the top. Underneath I have no bra or knickers but I am wearing a suspender belt with black seamed stockings. It is all finished off with a pair of red stilettos.We order wine and the food, nothing too heavy, after all that’s not what were really here for. My husband and the stranger both have their hands under the table and are stroking my upper thighs, the waiter arrives with the wine but they do not stop. They are tasting the wine and then pouring it for all of us.The. I slip my coat off to reveal a black off the shoulder dress, with hold ups, and knee high heeled boots. My hair (grown longer at my Master’s instruction) hangs gracefully down on to my bare shoulders and adding a final touch to the outfit, a black pendant on a delicate silver chain, set with a small diamond. I feel very feminine, and understand why You ask me to dress the way You do. You like Your slave to look and behave like a lady. Except, of course, when it pleases You that I.