And they weren’t even mine. Sistine. That was her name. Well, the name she gave me. She liked to dress up as a nun, and everything I did to her had ...o be clinically sanitary—which even didn’t make sense in the long run, as she swallowed everything I gave her. I just had to shoot it from a distance is all, no skin on skin.I reached in to pull out a glove, only to stop myself before touching the purple thing. I had to be careful. I couldn’t touch anything but the base of the gloves. No oils,. I started to feel nervous and began thinking I should call the whole thing off but it was too late now. There was a knock at the door and I peeped through the spy hole. It was him, my heart raced like crazy. I opened the door and stood nervously, the cold breeze blowing in around my naked thighs and up the skirt of my skimpy dress as he looked me up and down. A grin spread across his face and his eyes looked at me in a way no man had looked at me before. He stepped forward right up to me,. Inside the restroom, I pretended to check my makeup and adjust my hair. I used the time to check my potential audience. And I got the shakes. All these strange women, a crowd of more than a dozen – how would they react? Could I do it? But I had to; I could not back out now. I noticed a mature woman beside me sniffing the air. She had a puzzled look on her face. I realized suddenly that she was smelling me; my arousal must be making me juice some more and she was picking up the scent. Time to. Nick likes. She was wearing the black dress, the one she’d worn to the strip club in Umatilla that night. His scruffy beard and hair looked exactly the same. Maybe he has them styled that way.I couldn’t help but picture Addie taking that dress off for Nick, like she’d taken it off that night in front of all those people. I hoped to hell she’d be home Friday; I was going out of my mind. Katie and Kevin missed her, too. Like I knew it would be, this was worse than when she’d gone to Sacramento..