I never knew who made up the Krewe of Cooze, but allegedly they were some rich bastards from Tulane who had made a killing in the dot.com business and...gotten out before the bottom dropped out.Other rumors had the krewe being made up of some high-level drug dealers who used the party to off-load some disposable cash, and there were certainly a lot of very spacy folks at this party every year, so that may well have been the case.Nick and I weren't really drinking a lot that night. We'd scored. She felt good at that thought.She put on a dress and holdups and combed her hair. Her makeup being permanent really saved time she realised, and she had time to eat some breakfast before Bob came to get her. The fact that she was not wearing bra and knickers escaped her, as she was now used to going out dressed like that.She was quite excited on the journey, and chatted on about how she was still not sure what to wear. Bob laughed at her and told her to ask for a personal shopper when she got. She slipped out the yellow and black number that had lots of yellow silk lace on the edges and boasted a full open-crotch slit right in the sweet spot between the legs. She ran into the bathroom and squatted down on the floor in front of the full-length mirror to see how they looked under her skirt and was startled to see that her pink slit was perfectly framed by the black and yellow "fuck-me" open-crotch panties. It was so erotic that she almost shouted her approval at the top of her lungs.. But Iwas too excited to stop or question. I just obeyed my new owner.Next, she had me describe some of the outfits I had picked out as partof my homework assignment from the day before. Some she liked and someshe didn't. She told me to gather up one of the outfits I had chosen andput it on for her. This was a sheer white button down top with capssleeves and a pink corduroy skirt with little buttons down the front.It took me some time to negotiate the white top. The buttons were on thewrong.