I headed up the stairs to my bedroom, decided thatI would put on my black page boy wig. I then applied somelipstick and a touch of eye shadow and masc...ra. I heard Timyelling up to me that he wanted his Princess in high heels too.I went back to my closet and chose a pair of spiked mules thatmatched my night gown. I had often fantasized about dressinglike this for my partner, but never being forced to do it. Itook a deep breath, checked my reflection one last time, andheaded back down the stairs. And was that because I suddenly decided I did know her name? Or because I just decided what her name was. Once again, I didn't know for sure, not really. But as Darlene approached getting ever closer, which is when I suddenly decided to do the half-fly, half hop thing, I was standing next to her."Darlene? Is that really you?" She smiled and nodded her head yes."Please tell me you can speak," I asked worriedly. "Or are we supposed to be talking with our minds and not our mouths or something like. I put the first image into the machine and took a look at the image.Yes, there's a little bit of voyeurism in this job, seeing littlebits and pieces of other people's lives. I'd pass the time making uplittle stories about what I'm seeing, but frankly most of them arejust dull. This one was an exception.The woman who handed me the film roll was in the picture. She wassitting in a chair, in such a pose as to make it a throne. The effectwas heightened by her outfit, a form-fitting latex dress,. Em squealed with delight. “Bangkok,” Em said, settling on that delightful event as her top pick of the four. Derek rimmed her again and then slid a slick finger into her ass. The pressure of this caused Em to orgasm again. When she had quite finished making noise, Derek said quietly, “Tell me all about it.” She did. She left nothing out. Especially she did not leave out her delicious instant orgasm moment just after he had tied her up. He had thrust the whole of his long firm tongue into.