"Was that your daughter who called?"I shook my head. "No. Jeff." Briefly, I filled him in on the conversation.To my amazement, he chuckled. "Kids." He...stepped into the kitchen. "He'll get over it. They both will."I considered my coffee cup. "I don't know. They were pretty upset."Mike reappeared in the doorway. Behind him, I could hear water running. "They'll be fine. You'll be fine. Trust me."I drained my coffee and studied the bottom of the mug, as if I might find answers there, written in tea. After the show, they allowed us to keep the costumes on for a little while. Jenny and I went to the table along with our moms. The four of us stood in front of the table and did the steps we'd learned. Dad, Mr.Weaver, Brad, and Glen told us we did great."I'm going to return this costume," I said. "I don't like wearing clothes." Aren't you the girl was going to spend the trip in her cabin?" Mom said.I moved closer to Mom and gave her a hug. "No, I'm not the same girl anymore."Mom hugged me. Perhaps this was just an ordinary club for kinky people, where kinky girls like this one, who was even now looking with longing at the shrunken dildo gag, could enjoy their fantasy lifestyle, while satisfying the club members' fantasies. Could he be such an idiot and waste months of work and care on a hunch that turned out to be completely wrong? Not that he believed her, of course. She had probably been terrified into submission, perhaps blackmailed with threats to herself or her family. It is. On top of that her cleavage was more than clear in her top. Look like she was all set to savor this experience of having fun with another guy. We both attended the door while I had opened the door and welcomed Nikhil. He looked cheerful but nervous at the same time. He then said hello to my wife while his eyes was checking her dress in quick movement. As my wife and Nikhil known to each other from schooldays, there was no stranger feeling around. Me my wife and Nikhil were in same school for.