She says "c'mon, I need some emotional support". She leads the way and we go in the bedroom and she closes the door. "Hey, I'm kinda nervous". I...reassure here, and kiss her. I tell her I love here, and that it's not that big a deal. She says "I know, but why did it have to be DJ first". She almost looked like she had a little tear welling up in here eye as she said it. I said don't worry it will be all right. It's getting close to 7:00 so I start undressing her. While I was. However those aren’t the feelings which bother me the most, what’s a lot more uncomfortable is that I’m standing in the shower cubic in the bath room, hands and feet tied up; I’m almost completely naked, well at this point I wish I was naked, because I’m wearing some women’s underwear that feels terribly wrong!The shower door is open, which leaves no block of sight between me and my vision in the full sized mirror on opposite wall, the pink bra is very noticeable even without the lights on, and. He liked to look at scantily clad women as much as the next guy but he didn't care for the mercenary aspect of some of the women.Of course there were mercenaries among the parents, too. A few would post his signature for auction before they even left the store, he was sure. But the kids were still kids. It was obvious that some of the children didn't have the slightest clue who Brock Miller was. Baseball was a dying sport among the young in America. Basketball had taken over the inner city;. Mark mentions "Have you told your husband you were coming here?" "I haven't yet" "Ok, we'll call him later so he knows you're safe" I thank him and we continue to sip our wine and chat, looking into each others eyes we start to kiss long, deep and passionately, his hand rests on my stocking clad leg slowly caressing back and forth on one leg then the other, I open my legs a little wider and in the process unnoticed by myself my skirt rides up a little exposing my pink thong, his hand moves to.