A tinyheadpiece was attached to my hair, with lace trailing down behind butno veil.At last I was done. My mind was a bit clearer but my willpower had...'treturned. I was easily led out of that room and into the back of amuch larger one where folding chairs were set up in rows to either sideof a central aisle. At the far end of that aisle was a dais on whichwas placed a lectern. Behind the latter stood a tall woman in a tuxedomade of leather. She had short hair and no visible make-up. I. "It's not bad, but it's very different. I seem to be able to move betterin it though."Once again she took a moment to respond. "Really? I guess that makessense since your legs are free. Come to think of it, leotards aredesigned the same way." What's a leotard?" I asked. The word sounded foreign to me."It's a uniform for ballet and gymnastics. It looks like a girl's bathingsuit, but it's for both girls and boys."Was she having me on? It sounded absurd. "What boy would do either ofthose things?". Dakota was settling down but was determined not to leave that as the finale. She pushed me back and we unraveled our legs. My body was a ragdoll to her power as I still floated down gently from my orgasm. My neck came to rest on the curling edge of the tub. Dakota sat on top of my body and began grinding her overly lubricated reproductive organ into mine. “If this turns out to be as good as I think it will be, you going to have to try it on me sometime.” Dakota pushed and humped into me. . “And you need permanent people.”“Very well. But we have a rule. No conversation when the restaurant is open and guests are seated.”Yuki and the manager both stamped the contract after the manager wrote the additional conditions on the margins and she read them over carefully.She then waited in the office until the restaurant closed.“You can leave and return when the restaurant closes,” said the manager.“I don’t mind waiting,” said Yuki. Mainly, she didn’t want to be seen in public after.