It didn’t help, of course, that she had no special relationship in her life, no one whom she could turn to for comfort and relief. Of course, there...was her manager, her agent, her publicist, her stylist and so on – people she liked well enough, but they were focused upon her career and so were part of pressure, not an escape from it. The girl-group’s rise to fortune had involved almost total absorption and constant hard work for all of them, and then the repeated round of touring and. Passed down from ages ago. Maybe someone will go run to the kitchen and ask my Maggie to fetch it. Just tell her we’re telling the Legend of the Titanium Spidery Things. She ought to know the volume, as she’s read it enough times to the grandchildren and nieces and nephews and all she needs do is run upstairs and – lord no I don’t mind admitting her voice is much more magical than mine. Oh there we go. Let me fold up this pocketknife and someone set this old whetstone up on the mantle – lord. She felt the metal between her ass cheeks sink in even deeper. She tried to calm herself as she tossed aside the remaining covers and stood up slowly. What could they have been thinking? Did they really think she would keep wearing this getup? Despite the corset and metal over her sex, her bare breasts and fully exposed legs still gave her a feeling of nakedness. As she stood up, she couldn’t help but notice that her feet were not sore at all even after being trapped in the high heels. Eventually, she undid the zipper and belt to her skirt. The skirt fell to the stage leaving Helen in a pair of bikini panties with little hearts and flowers all over them. They didn’t hide much. Further, a close inspection, even from thirty feet away, showed that Helen was highly aroused and was leaking girl juice into the crotch of the underwear. There was a wet spot.Helen’s boobs, perfect hips, and narrow waist along with her perfect legs really caught the interest of the crowd of mostly male.