''Come on, lets do the club, got 30 minutes before the show''Off we go, quickly signing up and being told the house rules, no touching, no exposing, (...it late for me on that one) no throwing stuff on stage etc.Entering the stage area, we pause at the door to get our bearings, its set out like a pub, bar at the rear, tables and chairs placed between it and the stage, pretty much all occupied. Quck look confirms that I'm the only woman in the room, and I'm getting a lot of eyes turned towards me.. Curiosity got the better of my normal practice, and I removed the folder before reading the attached sheet. One look inside made up for the whole morning.I recognized the scene immediately. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely done. Often simple work is the hardest to get right, and this was well up in the ranks of professional quality.. She must have felt my stiffy and didn't push away but I was still only allowed to stroke her breasts outside her clothes. Made a date for the following saturday, but still no further action. This time she asked if I would like to spend the next weekend with her at her home. Of course I said yes and hoped for advancement. On arrival was introduced to her mother and older sister, both of whome had lost their husbands in a mining accident. After tea we went for a walk in the local park, only. "You better hurry it up, we have to get going."Not answering back, I quickly picked up the skirt and wiggle it up mylegs, zipping it up the back. I was truly amazed how well it seemed tofit. Picking up the bra, I placed at around my waist and fastened itbefore I swung it around and pulled it up, something I have seen my momand sisters do to get their bras on."Just like you were doing it for years Nancy." Mrs. Markus said with asmirked tossing me the stuffing for the bra.I blushed slightly as I.