This allowed information to flow in abnormal directions ... in this particular situation, abnormal means different and not bad. DD wasn't a mutant or ...nything like that.She didn't grow a third eye, or six fingers, or four ears, or even a third breast ... worse luck. Her clit stayed the same length nor did she grow an asshole on the middle of her forehead and shit her brains out.She looked like DD, smelled like DD, tasted like DD ... YES!! ... fucked like DD. She was the same multi orgasmic DD.. Probably they would rather watch pretty girls bounding around than stand around. None of the crew bitched when I pitched the idea to them.The guy that was doing the lighting for the band I knew well from other places. He lived down the street from me in Fairfax. It was just one of those odd things that happens in rock and roll. I had a wireless headset and gave directions to Eddie and he made it happen.I'd promised the gazelles personal dance photos for their portfolios, so they spent a bit of. Stephanie called down to tell Gillian she was changing and for her to help herself to a drink. Looking around the apartment, Gillian made herself a Martini and then sat in a big armchair, then sipped her drink."Would you like a drink, Stephanie?" Gillian shouted."Yes, please. Bourbon on the rocks," came the reply.Gillian made the drink when Stephanie walked into the room. She was wearing white trousers fitting her tightly and a short blouse tied above her waist, leaving her midriff bare.. I want to be your slave, your property every second of my life. I can't hope to be your lover too, but at least I would be with you. If you don't want me, then I'll be alone, no more slave playing, no more Mistress," I told her. As I hid my face on her thighs she started softly caressing my hair with her hand. I heard a sigh and something warm dropping on my head, and so I looked up. She was crying too, my heart skipped a beat and I dared to kiss her lips. Returning my kiss with a passion I.