It's for a fancy dress party, you see." For your wife?"I looked him straight in the face and tried to retain a deadpan expression. "No, actually it's ...or me."The manager's smile broadened. "I see. Well first we'll need to take one or two measurements." So saying he passed a linen tape measure around my hips and then checked my waist size. He was very close now and I caught the hint of an expensive women's cologne. "Did sir have any particular colours in mind?" I thought purple, with black lace. Then we all help each other into the black and white leather and lace outfit. Again there's a lot of giggling as we all fumble with Gore's harness, the poor guy likely needs all his concentration not to cum on the spot.We're all joined by Mistress now and led through a door onto the stage in the main room. The guests fall silent as we spread out behind Mistress and as Gore leads me to the center of the stage and locks my ankle cuffs to the floor with short chains. "Present," he whispers in my. He was waiting for Millie to bring him the breakfast that he’d ordered and he had that good feeling of things getting back to normal.“Did you see this morning’s paper?” Millie asked him as she delivered his breakfast.She took a rolled-up copy from one of her apron pockets and it landed with a thud on the table in front of him. Then, she set his plateful of eggs and home fries on the table next to it.As she walked away Cal unfurled the paper and looked at the top of the front page. He didn’t see. "If you can take it and the other things, we'll follow along with Lizzy." Sure," he answered. He nodded a sort of friendly/serious greeting to the man across from us, then picked up the diaper bag and his large backpack, and started walking toward the gangway, which had just been lowered. Lizzy was finally asleep, and as I rose, Brenda turned me so that she could tie the straps of my dress again.The leering man stood, too. "I'm gobsmacked!" the man said in a deep cockney accent. "This is jus'.