In one fluid motion, her hand traveled along her thigh as her leg slowly raised up onto the couch. Her little foot pressed into the couch cushions, as...her hands glided back up the insides of her thighs. Ross heard an exhaled, almost whispered, moan coming from her parted lips.Ross stared between her legs. The narrow straps of her white panties came over her hips, The waistband went down in a gentle V, to a low point just inches above where he envisioned her pubic hair began. An opaque front. The kind of man who could land a plane with three hundred souls in a storm with a resting heartbeat. He meant what he said.“Wait,” I said, steeling myself. If this was the end, I wanted it done right. With clarity. “I need to be sure what the rules are. What you’re asking? Exactly.”“You are chattel, my chattel, from now until we get back home. You’ll do what I say, when I say it. Willingly. Gladly. With a bounce in your step and a twinkle in your eye.”I breathed out, relaxing. Feeling familiar. We convinced the company that they'd get extra attention if a Hettie was "arrested" at the end of the show and taken away by a group of corset clad dominas. They thought it was an excellent plan. Hettie, they assured us, was a game girl; she'd be happy to go along with it. We said we could supply the ideal girls to do it. They agreed to let us have the costumes.Tricia, Eva and a couple of others from Harry's team weren't so easy to convince. "We're going to be wearing WHAT?" said Tricia, when. Then once in the compound only panties or bathing suit bottoms those lovely tits will be on display for everyone to see and third you will fucking me, but you will also be asked to fuck several other club members”! She gave him a coy smile I suppose I can do that; I assume all the girls will be adhering to these rules, right? Yup now lets get some champagne and mingle.For the next three hours they drank and ate as it was apparent the party was getting started.Alvin and Carol were had gone to.