Slowly, she stood erect once again, the teddy bear still pressed between her breasts. I wished I could have seen her eyes, to try to determine if her ...ctions were genuine or if someone had put her up to this. After all, I am not cover model material. I never turn heads. I am just an average person. I blend into a crowd of two and am instantly invisible to most people. Throughout my life, the few times I have ever received much attention, it was in jest, from someone who had been dared to tease. The door opened and she stepped into the room, dressed in bunny ears, collar, cuffs, a lavender corselet and panties, and gartered white hosiery. She walked quietly to the center of the room, her feet leaving noiseless imprints in the poly tarp, bowed, knelt to seiza, bowed again, and introduced herself to the group of men surrounding her. Even the most experienced among the group were amazed by the beauty and grace of this woman. She had long, light brown hair, cut even with bangs, as was. My heartbeat picked up pace as they got closer and closer to each other until finally they were touching, their bodies bumping against each other as they danced. My wife's round ass jiggled and shook, the tight red material covering it leaving nothing to the imagination.I took a large gulp of my whisky and soda and nearly choked as I saw the guys hands reach around my wife's waist while she ran her hands up his bare arms and hooked them around his neck. He obviously saw the green light and slid. It was good to see them again. The Trade Minister had Cora Argyll in tow, literally. Cora was hardly recognisable. Wearing a long, full skirt but naked from the waist up, her entire torso, arms, face and shaven head were covered with elaborate tattoos. The Trade Minister was leading her by a chain that ran to a ring set in the septum of her nose. It was only as she came alongside that I saw that the piercing had itself been set with a silver grommet to prevent the ring causing damage. I asked.