I was going to have to reshuffle my plans a bit but I could still get in most everything, however, just when the storm looked like it was going to cle...r up it doubled back on us again. When she got up I made her some toast and jam along with some weak tea. She wondered why I was still there but wolfed everything down and fell back asleep again, she complained it was too cold in her bedroom and I went to her closet and got her out another comforter. There must have been fourteen of them in. I did find a two inch file laying on the Deans desk relating to every ones wants, needs, and demands. I took it with me as I went upstairs to the rooms. I thought I knew which room matched which girl but I had to verify it. What better way than with panty sizes. Besides, I needed a little comic relief.From the mess it was apparent that there was last minute frenzy. I went to room one, looked through the drawers until I found a clean pair of panties. I labeled it number one. I repeated this. The girl was smiling from ear to ear, however the young man had the look of an inmate, from death row walking slowly toward the green door. Richard suggested they move to the front of the boat and out of the way of the crowd. Except for the groom, Linda had never seen a happier group. They went inside, and Linda felt bad for the young man as he looked toward her with fear in his eyes, subconsciously begging for somebody to intervene on his behalf. She truly believed that the last time he would. I think that you may have met her before… don’t any of you recognize her?" A series of mumbled ‘No’ ‘I don’t think so’ ‘I can’t remember her’ and some head shakes followed my question. "Pippa, tell your friends who you really are. Explain everything to them… in detail, including your future status!" My feminized husband looked horrified. Blushing at the humiliation of what he must do, he began to speak: "I am Pippa, the party sex-slave. I will do ANYTHING that I am told to do. Use me, in any.