I unzipped it, and strangely it was a very basic outfit. Of course there was a pair of very high heels, and it included stockings and a garter belt, b...t the outfit was just a light grey blouse and a high waisted black skirt. It seemed strangely plain, considering everything else had been so overly slutty or fetish based. "Maybe this will actually be a nice evening" I said to myself as I began to lay it all out. Rolling the sheer stockings up my legs I noticed they had a cuban heel with the seam. That’s why he loved Nailah so much, her artwork wasn’t just beautiful; it always made a statement. It always made you think or feel something; it always challenged you to delve deeper than just the superficial. Of course, Roderick was her primary model but she had other friends and even strangers send her pictures to use as well as the project grew in importance. Roderick did experience a tinge of jealousy when she started getting pictures of other men’s dicks at first but they talked about. She could not say anything, so no body realized she wanted it to stop, too. The bull dyke continued to sit there until she saw Marion's face begin to turn blue. Then, she got up and Marion was able to use the "No!" command.As she regained her strength, Marion looked up and saw a while collared Rules Judge walking by. Suddenly, she decided to get even and went to the Rules Judge and reported the bull dyke as refusing to honor the 'No!' command. The Rules Judge then told the other Mistresses in. She grabbed her long black velvet cape and he helped her on with it. He put on his long black trench. All set."Oh, better bring my flashlight," She said. And they were out the door.It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and not a cloud in the sky, and it wasn't too cold either. They walked thru a narrow path that cut thru from the back of her house weaving its way to the ancient cemetery. He carried the basket for her. There was no need for the flashlight as the moon was so bright.They.