Eventually and in spite of my first feeble protests we found costumes that would serve us perfectly. Mine was that of a Southern Lady while Julie was ...o be my Southern Gentleman partner for the evening, complete with suit, moustache and top hat. That we're pretty close to the same height and weight helped a lot when it came to trying on the costumes although it ended up that I'd have to wear high heels all night to keep the hem of the dress from dragging on the floor. Julie told me while we. And, no doubt, a pissed-off Candy. And who could tell just what the fuck she was likely to do?I exhaled and then fiddled with the stiletto, trying to adjust it so that it wouldn’t poke me so much. I put the towel back over it, dropped my shirt over that, and then stepped into the curtain before I could change my mind.It gave way to another curtain and more sound. More sex. Slaps, moans, a sharp cry. I pushed through to another, heavier curtain. I could now identify that some of the sounds of. He knew the answer, but he was so afraid he would be wrong.Blair nodded her head. "Yeah. Honestly, any time I have ever really imagined it, it was with you."Justin couldn't believe his ears. He was expecting a Yeah, sometimes or maybe a coy maybe. But to think of him exclusively? Fuck..."My turn. Truth or dare?"Justin answered, "Well, I don't want to degrade myself anymore, so I'll just take a truth."Blair giggled at his answer. "OK, fine. Then let me think of a good one... Oh, yeah. You said. . and losing wrestler.”Nicole looked very confused. “You didn’t know, did you?” mare said softly.“I guess not,” Nicole answered.“Since this is a contest between slaves,” Frank continued, “the winning slave gets nothing.” He chuckled, “The losing slave, however, gets her ass tanned by the winner. The number of strokes is determined by the number of minutes left in the ten-minute round when the loser is pinned. Six swats for each minute left.” He paused and then said, “mare and cowgirl, into the.