J., Mason, Wayne, and a host of people from the big club were there for Mr. Bell's viewing and funeral service. His burial was private, just for us. O...r property was large enough for us to create a family plot when Rebecca left us. Mr. Bell joined her behind the white metal gates.Someday Millie, Colleen, and I would be buried there.It was a long week.For a while, either Colleen, or I would sit with Millie until she fell asleep. Her need to grieve was obvious and we wanted to be supportive in. ”After watching three of the girls dance, I saw Tracyworking on the form, and she signed it. I looked at herand she smiled and said, “Okay, let’s give it a try.”“You are sure?” I asked.“I love to dance, and this would work out great for us.”I took the form to the bartender, and he said have herat that door (he pointed to it) in 28 minutes. “You willhave to stay out here, because of the other women backstage getting ready. We will supply her. Hemelted. Again.To the left was a kitchen, toilet, and cot. She pointed, "For You, butonly if we have emergencies."Center was, what Randy could only construe as a dungeon, with manydevices. Next to that was a kind of bathroom, but as with everythingelse, all the fixings were clear and see through - the toilet, sink,piping, shower. Even the showerhead. Completely exposed. Totallyvisible.To the right, the sissy, in its room, watching tellytubbies on a bigscreen television. This, too was made of a. I did wear my smallest red bikini one day and he was getting an eye full of my tattooed ass cheeks. He asked if I was ready for my private? I told him not quiet yet, I don't know why I turned him down, my pussy was soaking wet from watching him in his tight little speedo. His thick cock made a very substantial mound in the tiny nylon suite. That afternoon I sat in my Tahoe trying to get my mind cleared enough to drive home. I glanced at my phone and saw the message light blinking. I picked it.