It was Heather, ready for doing whatever she had planned that night. She had changed into a dark tank top and black leggings. I watched her open the w...ndow and climb out. I saved the game and turned it off, plunging the room into darkness. I followed her out the window, and she closed it enough to not be obvious that it was still opened.Heather, then, took my hand and led me through the woods at the back of the property. We stopped at the edge of a decent sized pond. She took a second to look. And on this occasion the police were on our side. Whatever they might have privately thought about a dozen oddly dressed British women and their unorthodox lifestyles was expressed only inadvertently. This was a murder case and, for the moment, the chief suspect was Judy Dildo.Her alibi was in no way helped by the fact that she hadn’t returned to the Paradise Hotel at all on the night following the gig nor on the following days. As a result, much of the police interrogation was focused on Judy. “None of us were born the way that we look now, we worked to get here. Some of us harder than others.” Lacey was now looking at Steele and Scarlette.The doorbell rang and Scarlette got up to get it. On her way toward the glass door, Lacey took advantage of the opportunity and asked her “Scarlette, what is your honest opinion of Allison?”Scarlette looked over and smiled “I’d go down on her and let her fuck me” winking at Allison and then leaving.Allison blushed; the butterflies were alive. At that, I quickly left our dressing room, leaving Katie with only the smell of my perfume and the musk of her juices... and two weakened knees. "You took your time, what the hell were you doing in there?" Dion questioned. "I was just getting ready, takes a while to look this good." I winked, the frustration from being pulled from that situation hidden by my mask. I couldn't imagine how Katie was feeling. I blocked her out of my mind and focused on my customer and putting on a show for the.