Ted manipulated the subject around to dressing up as a method of expression, the enactment of fantasy, particularly sexual. We joked a little and both...Ali and myself admitted that we both indulged for each other. Ted said that Margaret always dressed for him and, if we had no objections, he would like her to now. I was fascinated. Ali looked a little surprised but said something like, "OK, sure, why not."Margaret smiled, she was slightly flushed as she stood up and placed her drink on the. Miky! Show our new member to her room!" Mikhail came downstairs and was stunned by the white fairness of Margaux. Gudbrand introduced them."Miky, this is Margaux Minuit, our new black mage. Marg, this is Mikhail Minkin, our white mage." M-Margaux Minuit!? The black magic prodigy!?" Mikhail said, shocked that someone so famous would stand before him."Ja." Gudbrand replied"Please don't call me Marg." Margaux said, sounding irritated and tired.Milhail and Margaux walked through the corridor."Your. It looks empty and dark,” she asked Ashok.“Savi! Are you out of your mind? We can’t do this out here! And that too with my colleagues around!” Ashok said, trying to control Savita.Ashok had to move to the washroom room. It was pretty difficult to pee with the costume on, and he removed it. He had no choice but to remove it. Ashok was just in his underwear inside the stall when Vikram sneaked inside the washroom.He very quietly pulled Ashok’s costume from the stall and locked it from outside.. And it feel so good. You feel your heart racing, your mind can't focus on anything except how he feels against you, how he feels inside you, what the sensations emanating from his filling and plunging and pumping are doing to you. The heat and light are surging inside of you and you're sure something is going to burst, and its frightening, but you want it. Suddenly his strong, gentle grip on your body tightens. His muscles stiffen. His moan comes as almost a growl as he thrusts into you.