The speed of the events had disoriented them in some respects, Cookie who was still bound up tight, didn’t find the canvas bucket seats comfortable ...nd moaned about them.They were well out over the Mediterranean before Ken opened his envelope, his jaw flew open “My god, it’s a cheque for £100,000 he exclaimed.”One by one, they opened theirs. They started to discuss what they could do with a sum like that.“I suppose you’ll open a law office back home, Bobby?” Shaun enquired.Bobby smiled. "Did you perform?" he asked."Never made it out of the garage," I answered with a laugh.He left the stage no longer worried about my being back here. Candice remained to finish her set up duties and then to my delight she came over and took a seat next to me. My eyes were glued on her fishnet clad legs and knee high boots as she crossed them."Do you have a smoke? There is to place in the outfit to carry my pack and lighter," she stated, running her hands down her front.I handed her my pack and. " And it happened. She blushed, and I watched it travel from her cheeks and down her neck, then across her pale chest. I looked back up at her eyes and her cheeks got even redder, and I realized she had been watching me watch her blush. I tried unsuccesfully to stammer out an apology and started to walk away. She grabbed my hand and stopped me. "It's okay! You don't have to go. I don't judge." She smiled again, and of course I smiled back. It was infectious. "Come dance with me!" I. Now it seemed that they'd both grown into their roles — Mistress Cheryl as the fearsome and powerful dominant, and Brittany as the diminutive and pliable submissive.Charli pointed to the bench and Brittany took a seat. Stepping around the bench so she stood behind Brittany, Charli placed one boot on the bench, so that her leg was pressed against Brittany's arm. It thrilled Brittany to know that just inches away from her shoulder was her mistress's heavenly center. It took every effort not to.