. so theywill leave dressed up in any fetish attire you want. Rubber? Fine. assissified women? sure. That's up to you. Dressed up as a barnyardani...al? Go for it. Just a trench coat? That too. If you want them tohave a little dignity, you may, but let's be honest, you know what theywould do to humiliate you if the situation was reversed... so I highlyrecommend dressing them up as sluts, hookers, bimbos, or fetish wearmodels, and treating them as such until the end of the night...With a. . oddly I can. My bottom, despite being padded fully. And in my chest... in my breasts I guess they are, a good bit but not all the way.Strange I can feel anything at all."Bethesda, "Science my friend. Okay good start. Things seem to be workingand that sensation will increase," she held two pair of heels in eitherhands, "four-inch wedges or five-inch heels? Both may be a bit too high,but we need to get you worked up to six at least. Any experience inheels?"Coleman shook his head. He was vaguely. Usually the guest were quite punctual so afterabout twenty minutes all the guests had arrived. When they had arrived Igot their drink orders, so when I finished at the door I served therequested drinks. Most of the time before dinner was spent servingdrinks. Occasionally I would go to the kitchen and check on the cooking.When it was ready I told Mistress Beverly, who announced that dinner wasserved.After seating the guests, I served dinner. Always serving from the leftand taking from the right.. I thanked Cathy for the beer and was, again surprise, when she sat next to me on the couch. Usually she is bored with, man talk, and will find something else to do. She leaned forward and I could tell by her body language that she was anxious. Harry started to talk. “Jim, I’m sure you’ve heard all the rumors about Barbara and me.” He smiled. I was about to tell him I didn’t judge, but he continued before I had a chance. “Well, they’re true. Barbara and I are members of a swing club. We’ve been.