” The panel of judges smiled and jotted their notes down. “You may have a seat. Next.” The guy stood up slowly, trying to calm himself back down...after Keeli’s striptease. He smiled widely at Keeli, winked, and strutted over to the center of the room. “Name’s Tom. I wanna be a cook. 26 years old, from just up the road in Pinkerton.” Although he didn’t sound the brightest, in fact based on his drawl and tone of voice, Tom sounded completely uneducated, but the overall package looked very. Although her voice was somewhat girlish, her ample breasts declared her to be anything but. “You’re very pretty,” he said, unable to think of anything else to say.“You’re pretty too,” she laughed.Daniel could see the silhouette of her, just beyond the nearest fronds. As the breeze caused the plants to sway, he could see tantalizing glimpses of her skin and her beautiful face, beyond the obscuring foliage. “You live here?”“I’m always here. This is my place,” she replied, remaining in the same. " Ireply... "Umm...Mistress." I remember her rule.*giggle* "Well, I have a gift, try not to hurt yourself my pet!", shethen pulls something out of her bag but facing away from the mirror andwith this collar keeping me from looking down I have no idea what it is.Well, I assume it's a pair of shoes. As she pops my right foot up I knowfor sure. There's a small click and then she releases it and takes myhand. She places it on her shoulder and lifts my left foot.Wow, as I stand only on my right. Neither Mike nor Ron were dressing as sharp as Marc and I. The gift cards became a regular occurrence, almost weekly, sometimes alternated with one for a local salon and spa where we could get or hair done, or a relaxing massage or facial. I know, it sounds a little weird, but after finally giving in to the constant pleading of our hairdressers, Tim, Marc and I agreed to it. It was wonderful. As the group of us sat around the cafeteria, I couldn't help but notice the lack of any.