BBC America was having a subtle influence from the other side of ‘The Pond’.The effect was cataclysmic. Each soap revealed a different crime commi...ted by Thorn or one of his cabinet, or by the government as a whole. And each did it in such a way that it was hard to counter. The broadcasters claimed it was all just fiction. After all, they pointed out, each soap has different writers; they are on different, competing, channels; it’s all just a coincidence. No one believed it for a moment. Not. We entered and got ourselves a drink. On the dance floor we finally swapped partners for a couple songs…I danced with Steven, who soon was running his hands over my body, having a good feel of my ass cheeks as well as my boobs.His wife Justine was a pretty girl and she seemed to enjoy dancing with my husband. I became jealous as I watched Victor touching her sexy firm round body all over as well. It went into the next song and we eventually we swapped back and I through myself at my man giving. It brings back fond memories of the time when i wasenrolled in the FS postal training courses and learning thebasics of proper servitude as prerequisites to being allowed toserve in person. At that time the possibility of being allowedto perform panty worship or pantyhose worship seemed to be themost marvelous acts imaginable. Little could i know, must lesshave any expectation of how much more might be in my future atthe time. In-person service was too great an honor for any meremale such as. As she drove up her driveway and killed the engine, she saw the single light on in their bedroom. It was almost ten o'clock. And she hadn't called. What would Stan think? What would he say? She didn't know if she could face him or not.Veronica quickly went in the back door and kicked off her shoes to pad on silent, stockinged feet to her bedroom. She opened the door and peered into the gloom.Stan had turned off the light when he'd heard her coming in.She silently closed the door. Stan turned.