I had full makeup, jewellery, perfume and shoulder length black bob wig.As arranged I was taken by my host to the small room with no windows and as we...entered I saw the stockade that I would be secured to. It was bolted onto a wooden plinth which made it about waist height. It was black metal and had sinister looking cuffs at front and back and a mid length raised hollow bar with cushioning on it and a bigger metal cuff at head level. There were several leather straps with buckles and lengths. "You look like one of those apocalyptic bikers from those Mad Max movies!"I felt ridiculous, but the stuff Holly lent me made the job easy. I quickly had the entire bucket of onions diced and in the soup pots. While I was working, Holly kept smiling at me. Her cologne was a strangely seductive, spicy smell. For a moment I fantasized about what it might taste like between her perky tits. No, no, no! I wasn't going there. No women for me until I got my head on straight. The last thing I needed. You're just ashameless hussy, being all excited like that." But from the wayshe kept rubbing herself against me, I could tell that she, too,was turned on by our role reversal.The next couple of hours passed by in cocktail party chatter, andwe did see the Johnsons across the room, but not to talk to. "Myfeet are killing me, and I can hardly breathe any more," I saidto Joanne. "How about leaving soon?" Oh, dear, you're such a complainer," she responded, laughing."That's the way we girls, or I. The tingling in her skin followed his touch. The feeling of excitement in her sex increased slowly with every inch his hand moved up her arm. Lizzie stared at him, her mouth opened wide.“You are perfect for me. Your maturity gives you character and wisdom. Your youth makes you beautiful and fresh. Even if I could pick every quality, every feature, I couldn’t design a woman as remarkable as you.”Jake’s hand slid up her bicep. Before it reached her sleeve he shifted it to her cheek, resting it.