I chose a shortish... i. e. just past the ears"urchin" style wig, dark brown, and styled it. Added my littlegold studs, and felt... happy... at my loo.... As I said in"Losing It", I'm never going to win a beauty contest... and atfive ten... I never feel totally comfortable... but in lateDecember... with a bit of a wind blowing, and dark outside... Ifelt I could pass.I went into my bedroom to change... the floor was thumping alittle, the guy underneath likes soft rock, and plays veryloudly. Might. It was like some sort of bizarre dream. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down, yanking my legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. He fairly rammed his hard cock into my pussy, gripping my thighs with his forearms and pumping fiercely. Then he slowed and began to grind slow and deep inside me. I could feel his jeans chafing against my buttocks. He put a thumb on my clit which made me jerk urgently at him.He pulled out. Dragged me about on the bed until I was face down with my. As the last person walked out the door, Jennifer said "she wanted me to tell you there is a leak you need to fix." Jamieo responded "huh?" Jennifer pulled down her panties and took Jamieo's hand and stuck one of his big black fingers in her cunt. "We really shouldn't do this, we could get caught," Jamieo said. He said this as he instinctively moved his finger back and forth out of her shaved white pussy. "It's ok. Everyone is going to be at the pep rally for at least an hour. I want you to. It was the young servant who had shown us to our room earlier in the day."I am to escort you to the evening meal, Masters," he told us, and appeared to be a little surprised when he saw us, perhaps expecting us to present a poor appearance in ill-fitting clothing."We're ready," I told him, as both Kell and I stepped out of the room, and Kell closed the door. With a word and a sign, we both reset our wards, which we had relaxed while we were in the room. Our young guide seemed startled by this.