It wouldn’t do for a tit to fall out, would it? We shouldn’t have worried. Lisa was doing our costumes. She knows our sizes by heart. The men woul... just wear trousers and shirts with a sash tied around their waist. Our costumes were not too awful. We wore half-boots, tiered bright orange calf length skirts over a couple of flounced white petticoats, a black waist apron, white gypsy tops, a headscarf and two other headscarves tucked into our waistbands. All three headscarves were at least one. Kriti changed to her blank thong and thin bra and called me.She was lying down on her stomach. I could see her beautiful legs and back and I put some olive oil on her legs and started rubbing her smooth legs and thighs (back side).I was moving my hands little hard on her thighs and going up to ass and buttocks. I kept on massaging it for five min she was holding the cot very tightly and her legs were held tight so I told her to relax and have a good time and have a good message.Now I massaged. Andy was doing a good bit of struggling and I wanted to subdue her before Blackbeard walked by. "Quiet!" I whispered. I pinched her nipple to enforce my order. Andy squeaked in pain but I had her mouth well covered. She struggled some more and I pinched the same nipple. There was another muffled squeak of pain but this time Andy stopped struggling. Blackbeard walked by less than a minute later. He was so close I was able to see his face. He didn't appear to be upset. He had taken a chance and. Every head in the room turned as her lovely cleavage hung down and her short, tight skirt rode up to her ass. We had to agree that she was a raging beauty and knew exactly what she was doing. We had more drinks, and danced for several hours with the local crowd. Rachel seemed to be the belle of the ball that night, and she was attracting a lot of attention from both men and women. She could be very flirtatious and knew the effect she had on those around her. She had such an intense quality.