“Now, lift up the front of your skirt and pull down your panties for me.”She did as she was told and I saw a six strap white garter belt attached...to seamed beige FFS stockings. She was wearing pink and white satin French cut panties, and as she pulled them down, I could see she was in a cock cage, the kind which has a series of rings that restrict the erection but leave the head exposed.“Very nice. Now turn around, pull up your skirt at the back and leave your panties down.”Again, there was no. Her last words were for me to remain exposed andunbuttoned until out of her sight. I had gone a half mile trying not tonotice whether any cars next to me could tell that I was a man wearing abra beneath my unbuttoned shirt. I found a place to pull over and buttonup.Why was I reliving that memory now? It had been so for the past week. Atodd moments one or another of the night's scenes would pop into mymemory and I would relive it, often in shame. It would be after suchmemories would force. I watched as the male strippers got their money's worth. I returned to the Van and the girls followed around 2:30 am I again helped them into the Van. Patricia said they had had enough fun and it was time to take everyone home. The girls continued to drink and I heard what sounded like porn playing on the TV behind me. I dropped the partition to let Dawn know we were at her house. The girls said their good by’s and Dawn left. Kathy was next and we arrived at her house and she got out kissed me. These will be tacked to my bulletin board in my office upstairs. Understand?"Marcy gulped and nodded."A hairdresser will be coming here at nine." Here?" asked Evelyn, startled. I noticed that Marcy was similarly surprised."Yes, she does so regularly. This is a special trip for the wedding, though, so you're Number One on her flight line." I handed a sheet of paper to Shelly, who functions as main waitress at Maison D'Or and also supervises the front desk. "Here's a sign-up sheet. Carole will be.