“No need to apologise,” said Michelle warmly. “Mistress Black is right, I’m not a Domme.” She squeezed Rosie who seemed relieved at Michelle...��s reaction.All three were looking at Bianca who loathed being in the wrong and had no attention of admitting to it in front of everyone.Rachel grabbed Rosie and said: “Your friends seem lovely, fancy introducing me again?”Looking uncertain, Rosie waited until Michelle nodded to her and then allowed Rachel to steer her away.The barboy leaned on the bar “If. ..I might lose it. Know what I mean? You'd be safer with somebody else.” Both girls suddenly began to cry. It was no little whimpering either. Great heaving sobs and they weren't calming down either. Instead it was getting worse. They seemed both to be about to become hysterical. Patrick and I looked at each other. We had no clue as to what to do. It wasn't just a crying jag. They seemed ready to go stark raving mad, both of them. I' d had no idea girls could be like that. We were both suddenly. I got dressed in another bra and pantie set. This time, they were red. I put on my thigh high stockings and the red garter belt and my red heels on. I fixed my hair and make-up. I was really feeling like quite a slut. I didn’t even know my friends name and now I am going to be having a threesome with his wife and him. I was getting the feeling this was a once in a lifetime situation. He didn’t want to share his name or her name.It was finally time to meet up at his room. I put a rain coat over. I walked up the path to the sidewalk and saw him on a fire engine and I stopped dead in tracks, shocked as it whizzed past me.Nothing in the paper Jaime gave said He was in a fire company. I hope he didnt recognize me. I got chilly goosebumps from the passing breeze of the truck and it was already a semi cool day peelrking my tits, but that rush perked the nips real quick,all because I forgot my coat at Jaime’s. That gave me an idea. I went back to the laundry room and found his apartment.