That was fucking strong, I forced another drink down building my courage. I now stood in front of the entrance to the theater. This was the fucking mo...ent of truth. Could I actually go through with this stupid fantasy of mine? Of course I could, I just blew the cab driver for Christ's sake!I hiked my skirt up a bit, lifted my tits as they almost fell from my dress and took a deep breath. I entered the theater, it was so dark I couldn't see anything except the movie playing on the screen. I. LouisKathy and Jill both wore nice dresses, but they had forsworn their finest tonight, not wanting to take the chance of being better dressed than Eileen. When the cab pulled up to the front of the tall building, both women were relieved that the entrance was totally clear of snow and ice, since they were wearing heels. Their intent was to look good without overdressing or taking the risk of projecting arrogance."You okay?" Jill asked her sister-wife as they entered the building and walked. We would sit and talk about dad and sis and then wipe away the tears. Often we would simply sit in the front room watching TV, me relaxing with mom resting her head on my lap. More than once, she would innocently lay her hand on my thigh and I could feel the heat of her hand burning through my pants. Frequently she would lightly stroke my thigh but never it what would seem a sexual manner while I had one hand resting on her side just below her breast. It never failed that I would slowly begin. I don't have time to think about this because the moment I take off my panties, Mistress Nikki and Lady Lisa chain each of my arms above my head and kick my legs out to the chains that will soon hold my ankles, forcing me spread-eagled. My Mistress spits in my face.She walks around me and suddenly I feel exposed. I hope I please them. My tits aren't nearly as big as theirs and I'm not quite as slim around the waist. I can't see what's going on from behind, but I hear the two girls whisper to.