Any lawyer or cop will tell you that no two people will see a situation the same way. Witnesses view a scene through the filter of their own prejudice... and experiences. And if emotions get involved, the blinders are slammed down even harder.I had marginalized the cause of our fighting. I had assumed that Anne and I had the same reasons for our stress: overwork and lack of time together. I hadn't looked for additional reasons. As for Heather, while I recognized Anne's jealousy, it had baffled. He felt the cocks spasming inside of him, emptying their loads of cum. And every now and then, he felt Chrissie coaxing more semen from his exposed clit.Then, it was over. Daddy, Zeke, and Chrissie were the only ones left in the room. Zeke and Chrissie released Lexi from his bonds and removed his wrist and ankle cuffs. Lexi could barely walk, but Chrissie helped him stumble into the bathroom and cleaned him up. Then Chrissie led him back into the dungeon room."Daddy, I didn't get to fuck,. As if in answer I went into automatic mode. I found myself taking my tights and panties off. I then put my tights back on without the panties, cramming them into my make-up bag. I refreshed my perfume a little (we’re not supposed to wear it but…) and my lipstick and returned. The other stewardesses had hunkered down chatting and I said to Helen that I was going to chat to a passenger. Helen knows about my sexuality and so she gave me a little wink as if to say, ‘OK, I know what you’re about and. .you looked prettyconvincing as a girl."I grimaced. The previous year I had lost a bet to my new college dorm-mates and been forced to dress up as a French maid on Halloween. A friendhad lent me her costume, wig, and had done my makeup, and everyone hadbeen shocked when I turned out to be decently passable, and maybe evencute in the right lighting.What nobody knew was that I had been secretly crossdressing for as longas I could remember, and I had thought that I could've looked even betterhad I.