"Wendy, we need to set up the ironing board. The sheets are still warm.If we put them on the bed right away, they will be fine. Your mom toldme to put...these back on but if she had wanted another set of sheets, wewould have to touch these up with an iron, fold them, and put themaway. We do need to iron the pillow cases and the pillow shams. Thatway they will look nice," Wilma explained.Wilma again showed Wendy how to do some simple ironing. She showed himhow to do the first pillow case and he. I need to pee badly - the tight corset does not leave much room insideme - and, moaning, I strain against the layers of heavy latex to pushsome of the contents of my bladder past the pressure of the butt plugand through my flattened, tucked-in penis, feeling the warm liquid pushit's way between the tight thick latex and my skin, slowly tricklingdown my legs to my pointed toes and working it's way up under thecorset. I am not worrying about the leakage - the full-body, thick andincredibly tight. I spray tanned college girls, high school seniors for prom, moms, teachers, business owners, and more. I saw tons of women at their most vulnerable state—naked, in front of a mirror, while another woman (that would be me) stood in front of them. Read over that last sentence. It kind of sounds like a bad dream, am I right?Right before a spray tanning appointment, my heart would sink. It’s because I knew there was an 80% chance that the woman I would be spraying would say one or all of the. Zo was, the colonel noted with displeasure, fully armed with a laser holstered at his hip, a blaster slung across his back, the same kind of battle helmet Igwanda and his troops had worn on their own first landing, and in addition full body armor.Mercifully, Miller finished his last-minute instructions as they approached the lander port. Clapping his hand in obviously forced camaraderie on Zo's back, he said loudly, "It's in your hands now, Sergeant." Looking up into the lander he called out.