“Is this going to be another ‘embarrass Tony’ moment?”“Just go behind the curtain like a good art model and get undressed. Then come back ou... here and we’ll get you in costume,” Melody said.“These sheets are costumes?”“You’ll see.”I obediently went back behind the drapes and shed my sweats. That took about a second. I looked down at my cock. It didn’t make any difference if it was up or down; I was going to be embarrassed. Oh well. I took another drink and walked out as casually as I could.They. 'I'm horny, ' she told herself. 'It hasn't been this bad in a long time.' Thinking of Johannes with regret, she went on in her mind, 'Guess I'll have to learn to deal with it.'She bade a friendly goodbye to her table partner and went out onto Exhibition Road near the museum's side entrance. The day was warm for late April, although the sky was largely filled with fluffy clouds. She leaned against a tree and searched her telephone's directory for the number in Paris.She had called René yesterday. We both had a fair bit to drink and were, I guess you could say, quite merry.I had dressed in a little blue dress I had at the time, a pair of thigh high boots and due to the shortness of the dress, a pair of tan tights/ pantyhose, rather than stockings. Tracey had worn her favourite little dress too, shorter than mine, again with pantyhose and quite tarty high heels.Richy had started chatting with us on arrival, and every so often he would pop in to the bar and continue this banter.The bar was. This is what she sent me. Here is a message my slut wife sent me just a few weeks ago. I thought I would share this little bit and I hope you enjoy.First slut wants you to know she adores her Master and his thick fat cockI do not know if I really have any sexual fantasies. But could maybe tell my Master some things slut plays out in her mind. Slut likes when Master demands what he wants from her. I love when you talk dirty to me, calling me slut, cunt, bitch, telling me take it up your ass..