Thereare, however, layers of petticoats to put under it, which I do, though ittakes time and is a total faff. Finally they are on, and I can't see myb...dy below the waist! I straighten out the little poofy sleeves and tieon the white apron. There are also a pair of cuffs that I fasten round mywrists, stupid lacy things. Next is a black bob wig, which I fit over mylong copper hair as best I can before pinning it in place and putting onthe silly little cap. Finally I step into the black platform. ” “Yeah you are right, I’m a bit of a tease, thanks babe.” Pixie giggled.“And because you career has stalled & you now a washed-up singer.” Ricky wicked into the camera.She began to sway her hip slowly to the thumping music while seductively looking into the camera, she teased everybody watching by squeezing both her boobs & running her tongue over her top lip.“That’s it Pixie slut, turn around & lift that skirt up & show your famous ass to the fans.” Ricky commanded. Turning around she looked. “They’re real, don’t worry,” she said with a wink. I had practiced the one-handed bra removal and that came in handy as I snapped it off in one try. After throwing it onto the ground she pulled my shirt off and leaned on top of me, pushing me onto my back on the bed. She scooted back, grabbing my shorts and yanking them off with my boxers revealing a hard cock which made her eyes go wide.I sat up and kissed her again, my hands all over her back and her chest, sliding down to her waistline. Well, my grandfather was a coal miner in the pits of Wales."He scrimped and got my father a position as a law clerk in London. That cost a pretty penny! My father wanted me to be a doctor, and when I finished boarding school, he sent me to the Continent to study. So many distractions I had! Wine, women, song ... and rebellion in the streets! I was an easily distracted youth and took to all of them with a verve. It's a pity I can't hold my liquor, can't sing a note, and have terrible luck with.