We sat out in the lobby waiting.On time, an attractive woman in her late thirties or early forties came in dressed business casual. Beth was wearing s...acks and I was glad I wasn’t wearing shorts and sandals! She saw Beth and walked to her, “Elizabeth Hood?” Beth nodded. “I’m Marianne Knox. Good morning.”Beth said, “Good morning to you, Marianne. Please, call me Beth. This is my guy, Xavier Marigold, who goes by X. He’s going to help me. We drove up here yesterday.”Marianne shook hands with me. ." She reached the end of the string, grabbed itwith her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, infront of Daniella. Just under her nose. "Smell me," she said. AndDaniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent ofMistress' cunt.Another lace. And another. Mistress continued to dribble onto thecords, onto the rubber sheet. Daniella's fingers were numb, stillfirmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in. She was like astatue -- if statues could pant --. I felt very glamorous inmy lovely dress with scarf flapping in the wind. The constant pressureof the waist corset reminding me (if reminder were needed) of myfeminine status. Before long we stopped at a country pub, John leadingme to a small table in the corner and heading to the bar for drinks.While he was gone I surreptitiously moved his chair closer.At first John seemed to find the situation a little awkward, but beforelong he was talking to me, and responding to me, as if I were Jenny.From. Now she said that the massage would be more effective without the shorts and requested me to remove the same. I gave in and asked her to pull it down with a wink. She pulled my shorts down my legs and when she did that, the flimsy disposable underwear too came off in a flash! She was embarrassed! And so was I. There was an awkward silence. She realized what had just happened and sincerely apologized. And put my shorts back. I winked and said ‘that’s ok, let it be’ and winked again. She had a.