Heather shuddered as her pussy steamed. She watched as her Mistress downed the remaining contents of her glass of wine, and she again felt the urge to...wear her costume and become her Mistress' wet pussy maid again. Then Marcie could please her Mistress' pussy, and Heather could be the one to(lift the lid)experience an exquisite orgasm as only her Mistress could give. Even if Mistress simply directed her to bring herself to climax, she would still become consumed by mind-numbing bliss.She closed. ‘I guess I should leave you to work on your problem and call back after Valentine’s Day.’ ‘Yes, I guess so,’ she said, the regret evidence in her voice. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a grouch. I hope to be in a better mode after the 14th, if I still have a job.’ ‘Well, then,’ he said. He already was backing off. Then he turned and disappeared around the corner. ‘Shit,’ Sharon muttered under her breath. * * * * ‘It’s a beer truck.’ ‘Yes, but the important point is that it’s a refrigerator. Frustrated, she grabbed the roll inside the dispenser, looking for the now hidden paper end. Her manipulations caused the dispenser to move, and eventually simply become unattached to the wall. It fell off with a noisy clatter and hit the floor.“Shit” Dana hissed as she bent over to get the dispenser. As she bet down, a glance to the left stopped her in her tracks. There, behind the dispenser, was a neatly drilled hole in the wall, about 4” across. She saw movement on the other side.Carefully,. Now most of the people I met were nice and the money was good, but they had become all too routine. I arrived early as I normally do to setup my equipment. The bride, groom, wedding party and a number of guests arrived shortly after I did. I had met the newlyweds when they signed the contract and they advised me this would be one of the easiest gigs I ever did. All of their friends and family loved to dance to any kind of music. I had seen her staring at me as I was finishing my setup. She was.