They'd always flirted with each other, always had a bit of a crush. Locked in the pantry, their lips found each others in the darkness.Alex was joking...with his friends, knee deep in rum and cokes when he decided to check on Sarah and her friends. They seemed to be content, except that Sarah was missing. He wasn't too concerned, and half-heartedly asked where she'd run off to. Her friends simply giggled, and he rolled his eyes, walking out of the den in search of snacks. Knowing Sarah, she'd. I stood, my arse a point of abject pain, which on tip toe I checked in the dressing table mirror. I heard rather than saw the brand and the lamp going back in the tin box in the drawer., then my sister was in front of me, kissing me, and whispering, “please Rodney, hurt me, really hurt me, then fuck me I deserve it!” I asked if she had a brand, but she shook her head, “no not yet, but I will soon” she whispered, “but not today.” She poked in her drawer, then presented me with her whip, and a. I neared and made eye contact. Two had shaved heads and a few tats, really good looking guys, and the third, the youngest, had long hair tied back in a short pony tail. As I neared the older of the three watch me and I made eye contact and gave him a little smile. As I passed and headed for the rest room I gave a little swish and looked over my shoulder. The older of the three watched intently.I went in to the rest room and took a leak and waited at the urinal for what seemed an eternity. I. Within the suitcase with my female clothing, I had a tote-bag containing my shaving gear, bustier, minimizer bra, breast forms, stockings and wig. The cocktail dress with sandals and purse were in a hanger bag within that suitcase.I smeared Nair over my arms, hands, legs, feet and torso, let it set, and then took a shower to wash off my body hair. Next, I filled the bathtub and added bath oil, then settled down for a long bath, using a razor to remove any remaining hair. Friday morning I.