When I am filming, and here is a bit of insider information, must of us are nude under our skimpy skirts and dresses, our pussies are wet, with a mixt...re of nervous tension, alcohol, and the thought that millions might see our pussies, if we either, dare to show, by having a wardrobe malfunction, or just say fuck it, here goes, but in reality, the later rarely happens, and usually after the show, we fuck the bodyguard, or the chauffeur, to ease the sexual tension. Some of my friends who are. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye contact. She smiles but I am so embarrassed I avert my eyes. "Don't want to seem creepy, that will ruin my chances. Oh god that was probably creepy, it's over. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, unlike mine. A rope was placed around her neck and tied in a slip knot. "A way of training bitches" he explained. The sinking feeling in my stomach suddenly sank another couple of fathoms!I could see him thinking . "Nah " he said "let's make this more interesting." He pulled a nasty looking knife from his pocket, and I pulled at my tether in panic . All it achieved was a kick and the tether held fast . Meanwhile the man with the knife was slicing away at. Forcing yourself, you opened your mouth willing the words to say, ‘Your Master is in grave danger, you must help him. and me.’ The bird seemed to be actually listening, focusing upon your words until suddenly he exploded into the air, swooping out the window and into the darkness. You wondered what had caused him to move so quickly, to leave but it was only then you heard the sound of the crow, his cawing and watched as he landed on the windowsill, looking in at you as if searching for.