"She makes her way to the edge of the stage and steps down. A face suddenly peers round the curtain at the edge of the stage and we all shift position...in unison wondering what is going to happen. The figure detaches itself uncertainly from the curtain and walks uncertainly out onto the stage. She is very pale skinned and is wearing a tiny crop top and tiny tartan skirt which when she turns to look around shows the cheeks of her beautiful arse. She hears a sound and puts her hand up above her. It wasdifficult not to cut her own skin and almost impossible not to cutherself because she was as high as a kite. Finally the last cut of thesecond boob was made and her falsies hung by the wires that wereconnected from the silicone breasts into her real nipples. The hangingweight of the fake boobs was painful, but Shayna knew that if she had notbeen full of cocaine, the discomfort would be even more excruciating.Shayna gripped the two wires that were connected to her left nipple andin one. I was a little shocked but felt my cock twitch between my legs. Jaq had obviously arranged this as she loved watching me with a guy.The following evening was fast approaching; after a day by the pool, we went back to our room. Jaq had everything ready, and an outfit for me was laid out on the bed: black hold-up stockings, black lace panties, blonde wig and short red mini dress. Jaq's outfit was much the same and with the wig, her blonde hair was amazing. In no time at all, we were ready and. He was beginning to feel more and more like a prisoner, his hopes for getting along with Kat slipping away. They shared a meal of cold cereal and Kat turned to her keyboard. Gabe selected a book from the shelf, and made himself cozy on the loveseat. Thus, the tone was set. Kat did her best to ignore his presence, and Gabe did his part to follow her rules. As the weeks stretched by, they learned a little more about each other, during meals and Kat’s writing breaks. Gabe was a few years older.