I was a little bit curious a she helped and gave some support as Istumbled towards the full length mirror in the unfamiliar ballet boots."Why ballet b...ots?" I wondered, and Barbara saw my clumsy stumbling.."You'll soon get used to the boots again, Fifi. You've been living asoft life away from me." She supported me in front of the mirror, andbeamed her pleasure at our reflections.Barbara had gone all out on her domina appearance. Everything she woreexhuded tight, black, polished leather, and her. "He's a mixture of Medicine Man, Shaman and psychologist, all rolled into one. He interprets people's dreams. The Pikani were doing that long before Freud, Jung or Adler came up with their theories."He grinned at me. "I've got a degree in sociology and psychology from the University of Calgary. I'm not just a pretty face."About 4 pm Eddy's father came into the building, and it was clear from the way he was treated that he was a very important and respected man in the tribe. He slowly looked me. The vibrator was still humming in her hand with a life of its own and a large damp patch had formed in the front of her briefs."Oh shit. Sorry!" exclaimed Sandra as her hand went to cover her mouth. "I had no idea...I .... just....errrr! But hey, don't stop on my account! You look like you're really enjoying yourself!"Jane glanced over at me and winked. I looked at Sandra who simply shrugged. It seemed that she was happy with an audience of two!Jane took a seat on the floor at my feet. I was a. I could see dark hair round her slit and above it and her funolips were clearly visible. Her stockings were natural coloured. Her flesh was pale contrasting with the dense black of her flared skirt and highly polished, four-inch, stiletto heeled shoes. I thought about getting my cam out and capturing the performance, but there were people about and it would have been too obvious so I relaxed happily watching, in fact staring as she glanced almost continuously at me whilst sipping her drink.An.