”The bell dinged, so I offered my arm, and escorted her up to my box. She left her arm tucked into mine for the whole second half. My box had a nice...cozy loveseat, no pesky arm to share. We both stood clapping, and whistling at the end. It had been a stunning performance, it reminded me of Andrew Lloyd Webber meets Cirque du Soleil.The audience clapped just as hard as I did. Kelly took my arm again, as the curtain dropped for the third time. “Would you like to join me at the after-party?” I. My bitch. Do you understand?”“Y-yes….” Buffy stammered.“That’s ‘yes Mistress’ to you, bitch!”Buffy sobbed. “Yes… M-mistress.”“Good,” Faith said, with a smile. She ruffled Buffy’s hair as if Buffy was a dog. “Look at you. So meek and obedient all of a sudden. Don’t you see this is how you should be?”Buffy scowled. She couldn’t help herself.Faith didn’t say anything, she just raised her foot and rubbed it into Buffy’s exposed pussy. Buffy gasped, eyes going wide, and tried to bring her knees. Yes, these two had seriously come to PLAY. I had normal, but wide legged, already tenting, navy blue shorts on and a matching mesh tank. Besides the oversized, revealing blouse, Sue also chose a very short, pleated, brown, thin skirt that would swish teasingly as she walked.We all grabbed a beer and, after some teasing small talk that avoided the obvious, dealt the UNO cards. Kevin naturally sat across from Sue and I was across from Kala for the best seats. We were so obviously peeking, there. I ordered something to eat just as we sat down and started catching up on old times. I was still reeling with the surprise of seeing him after so long, I couldn’t stop myself from touching his hand ... but still, how was I to know.Charles was a freelance journalist. He told me he’d been under contract with an NGO organisation based in the U.K. “By the way,” he said, “I hear you’re getting married. Congrats.”“Thanks. But how did you know.”He shrugged. “I’ve still got my ears to the ground about.