Now go around back, Tony will tell you what to do.”Tony was waiting for me. There were a rail of about 30 outfits. He explained what he wanted and w...rned me that if things went wrong he would whip me from head to toe. He then handed me a drink. “The stage lights will be hot and we don’t want you fainting so keep yourself hydrated. There’s more there in the jug.” Tony then went outside and introduced me.“We are delighted you have been able to join us today for our fashion event. I would like you. Maybe she was afraid ofbeing recognized if she appeared in her own things?And then, something odd. A photo of her in a stretch web wig cap,without her hair. She was holding the wig in her hand, and smiling ina knowing way at the camera.So that elegant coiffure was not her own hair. Were there any otherphotos of her without the wig? There were a few, but always with herown hair covered by a wig cap. The exception was another bathing suitshot, in which she wore an old fashioned swim cap. To me,. "Hilderich's face was creased in a show of anxious concern. He had no idea what the machine was talking about, but it seemed to at least seem to know what it was doing. He was now standing closer to the metallic closet; the immersion tank, as the Prosops had called it. The rigidly held upright body of Amonas was expressionless, frigid in more than one way. Hilderich felt it would somehow be his fault if anything went wrong. Even though it was Amonas who had dragged him into all this mess, he. 'Poor Charlie could hardly sit still and fondled breasts so openly displayed, but the doorbell went. John got up to answer, knowing that Kim hated going to the door with nothing on her chest, and admitted Helen who was very surprised but delighted to find her beloved Kim stripped to the waist. John introduced Charlie and explained who he was. 'He's going to have a spanking session while you and I, young lady, have our own little score to settle. That is, if you want to. You know Kim and you.