"Now why don't you go to the bedroom and make yourself available while I my costume on. It would be a good time to practice in your heels."I made a ha...f-hearted effort to walk in the heels. Just enough so that I wouldn't fall. A few minutes later, Pam emerged from the bathroom. The blue uniform fit her as if it were tailored. Her black shoes were polished to a mirror shine. Her black hair was piled underneath her hat. She wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses. She scratched her crotch and strode. She had that look on her face again; the drugged, dazed look. I guess that's her way of coping. At least I hope she's coping. It's hard to tell.I opened the door and held it while a large man in his early fifties looked us over and grinned in obvious anticipation. He wasn't surprised to see us. He stepped inside and while I closed the door he toyed with Kenzie's right tit. In his free hand he was carrying a small paper bag.I led the way back into the living room. Kenzie was right behind me and. Jerry answered the door and ushered us in. He was dressed in an outfit almost the twin to mine, and obviously in his Slave role. He curtsied to Mistress saying, “Welcome to Mistress Rachel’s domain Mistress Chris.” He helped her off with her coat and hung it in the closet as Mistress Rachel appeared. She immediately gave Chris a big hug and kissed her warmly.After a few minutes of caressing and greeting, they parted and Mistress Rachel told Slave, “Take Slut’s cape and hang it up.” He stepped. " Of course you have," said Ken. "They're in all those movie you watch." And you said that with a straight face," she replied, shaking her head. "Ken, you really don't want me to go into one of these places alone. I might end up coming home with Kate Beckinsale or Anna Paquin." Huh," replied Ken. "Jane was telling me Jessica Biel was more your type." More her type, although I wouldn't throw her outta bed either," said Ari. "Still, if you're not there to keep me in line, anything could.