I think they maybe wanted to embarrass me, but when Eric asked, " how has he?" I answered up, "amazing!" Even though the question was directed towards...Steph. Stephs room mate said, " I'm jealous" and our eyes met. He was gorgeous, not big like Eric or buff like Steph, just normal build but very handsome. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom Steph and I had just left. The room went wild with hoots and hollers. I felt so sexual and empowered, so free to do what I wanted now. I pushed. I'm just sorry I missed your very first public exposure, Brenda, but it sounds exciting, we'll have to do that again sometime soon."Brenda blushed red as a beet and remained just as silent.We walked as we talked and we were now back in the house standing at the foot of the stairs."Okay ladies, it is time for your modeling session. I am going to move a chair over here so I can watch you come down the stairs; and as you walk down I want you to hold your skirts up so I can see the panties you. ” She replied and hung up. The next day, dressed in a very corporate slacks suit, she showed me into the same treatment room with the same instructions, however she waited while I stripped down to my boxers. I notice that she glanced at my now limp crotch before again holding my hips while I leaned left and right. “Well that’s a bit better than yesterday. Hop back onto the table and I’ll get a heat pack.” She then folded the top of my boxers down and put the heat pack on my back. Fifteen. The other disadvantage was that if I got out I wouldn’t be able to get the club where Pete was. We pulled up outside Driftwood and there under the doorway stood two large bouncers and Pete. The benefits of Pete owning a club meant free access and all the alcohol I could ever dream of. It was bliss. Pete was there in an instant under the black umbrella opening the door to the cab. I stepped out delicately, a hopeful attempt not to show James that I wasn’t wearing any panties. Pete’s hand was.