"When we got to the afternoon music practice, I was sure that theannouncement was a secret everyone knew. There were people dresseddifferently than lu...ch. I was quite upset that I'd missed this behaviourwhen the French trip had been announced. It might have been because therewere fewer students, so things weren't as obvious. Also, I was new, andhadn't really paid attention to how people normally presented themselves."You all did very well," said Mrs Russell, as the rehearsal ended. "Ialso want. So lost in her was he that he didn’t even notice when the flow of his piss stopped. He was barely aware as Sarah removed the tube from the funnel and slowly extracted the catheter from his urethra, the burning sensation just adding another layer to his discomfort. He noticed through teary eyes that the guests had pulled in closer to his position. Sarah hadn’t stopped after removing the plastic tube from his pee hole. She was still down, between his legs, gently stroking his cock and balls. His. He looked back up towards her, his feet frozen in place, his mind racing with some justification, some tangible reason for what he'd been doing that she would or even could accept. There wasn't one.Which is also when he noticed that her robe was open, and that she was just as naked as he was beneath it."Perhaps we should clean up this mess before your mother sees it," he heard her suggesting, but it was in some ways like hearing her voice through a fog, a fog he felt himself standing in unable. The skirt was straight and knee-length. he’d been given a pair of thick stockings and some plain, black, low-heeled shoes. Where Bernard’s apron and cap were elaborate his were about as simple and untrimmed as could be imagined. The only thing the two men shared was that their waists were corseted, their chest augmented with padding, their faces masked with stockings and their mouths stuffed and strapped.“So,” said Wan Yu, “which is better costume for slave? Cockroach or new boy?”Collette put.