I was still on the hook for the fundraiser and ifI knew how Marie's mind worked she was sure to make the longest possibletime occur. I shuddered as I ...hought of spending months or maybe a yearwearing dresses with no escape. I had written a few horror stories butthis was a new genre, what if she tried to keep me in skirts for morethan a week? What if I did end up trapped like the nightmare I had justawakened from? I finished my shower and dried off and saw the robe andmules. The robe was a. I soon heard him pull up next to us. His door opened and I saw a huge redneck hop to the ground. He was at least 6'2" and very muscular.My wife was quickly crawling into the backseat of our car. He got in next to her and without saying a word began to feast on my wife's tits.She wrestled with his jeans and pulled out a rock hard nine inch dick. She didn't have much time to admire it. He pushed her back against the seat and shoved his manhood into her pussy. She groaned as he pistoned his dick. "It's OK Tiffany I won't push you past where you feel comfortable. This isyour chance, but only if it's something you want."For some reason she believed him and with a nod of her head she thenfollowed Johnny to the lobby desk.The Butterfly Club was not a hotel, per say. You could rent a room forthe night if you so desired but most rooms were rented for a quick trystand then the couples returning back to husbands or just maybe home.Still to Tiffany this was an embarrassing ordeal and she hung. After it was over, Marcus called us all out on stage for notes, as is usual for a director. The first thing out of his mouth was, “Perfect – abso-fricking-lutely perfect. I’ve NO notes for anybody. I’ve been directing here for ten years and this has never happened to a show of mine before.”“Before I let you go, to get your rest for tomorrow’s Opening Night – I want to share some news about our Randall and Carol.”Oh my god. What is he about to say? I started up to him to pull him aside, and he.