There must be a function in The Great Hall, I said to myself. Making my way to the entrance of The Great Hall, I entered the foyer. A long queue forme... on one side of the lobby, everyone waiting to pay to go inside. The large banner above their heads said. ‘Christmas Second Hand Fair,’ in smaller print the admission price, ‘£5 adults & £3 children’. Digging my hand into my pocket, I pulled out a ten-pound note. Cash I keep in my tracksuit for an emergency when I go for a jog. I guess this was a. Come to think of it! The name 'Patrick' is just ‘Prick’ with an extra ‘at’ in between.”Matt could see the anger rising in her cheeks and hear the frustration speaking for her.“Presumptuous bastard! Has the audacity to cheat on my over months but can’t muster the balls to stand his ground. Seriously! He made me gobble those down my throat daily and now he's even having his side bitch move into our apartment. Why do all men have to be like this?”Matt raised his eyebrows and gave his best. I’d managed to keep myself dry by pulling my skirt up around my waist and as the last few drops dribbled out Bibi threw me a tissue.I wiped my crack with the tissue and then threw it towards Abdul. “There, you can give that to your mates to smell and tell them I wiped my piss covered minge with it, that should get the fuckers excited!”I then opened the car door and got out as Bibi got out of the front and we watched as Adbul drove off. “You dirty fucker!” she said. “God knows how many will turn. "Eat a little something and then get in the shower and rinse off again. Then run the razor over your face one more time. I don't want any shadow showing up tonight."After a bite to eat and 15 minutes in the bathroom I came back into the room ready for the unexpected.First Mistress helped me with a black garter belt and stockings with the seam that runs up the back. Then she placed a water bra around my chest and filled it with some additional padding to help create some cleavage, she told me..