Laura would not go near the answering machine. I had to bring underwear, stockings and shoes to the second bedroom where she dressed. I dressed there ...oo because I loved to watch her roll the silk stockings up her legs before stepping into her panties. She smiled and held the bra, offering for me to help her put it on."I hope it doesn't take you that long to take a girl's bra off," she chided me as I fumbled with the fasteners. I had deliberately reached around her, blindly attempting to. I told her I was going to go down to the bar and have one before dinner and settle up with the bartender. She was cool with that and said she would meet me in the lobby.I got down to the bar and it was packed. I waived at the bartender and he recognized me from earlier and motioned for me to come to the end of the bar where the service area is. I apologized for bailing on him earlier and he said not to worry a bit and asked me what I would like to drink. He brought my drink over and said all 3. It was an act of loving, nurturing, and caring in her eyes, and she could tell that Rachel was impressed by her selflessness, of course. It wasn’t just about dressing her slave. It was about making her feel very special and loved and that she achieved in spades.Meanwhile, Dan was engaged already in an act with a mystery lady who was rather intriguing in her own way, from her Little Red Riding Hood outfit to her equally crimson mask to her red panties and red bra, something that indicated that. Amy? Jeff frowned. Then who is—Shelly was still sleeping next to him. She smiled in her sleep and snuggled deeper in his arms. Shit, shit, shit!The memory from the night before was hazy, but not hazy enough to have been a dream. Trying not to wake her, Jeff slipped his arms out of her grip. She gave a sleepy protest but settled back to sleep as he got out of bed.“Thanks,” he muttered to Amy as he tugged on a pair of shorts and stepped into his sandals. When he pulled on a camp shirt, he took a.