I didn't enjoy it much and my night ended with me slapping a guy for grabbing my ass.The second night on the other hand was much much better. It was f...ncy dress night and the theme was Arabia, which you can imagine, meant a lot of silk crop tops and fake tan. Being a weird human being I forgot to buy a fancy dress costume so instead I brought one from home. As a uni student going fancy dress is a weekly requirement as there is always an event that asked for it. When I unpacked my luggage that. And this one? Two hundred dollars. None of these are the real things. Son of a bitch." What's going on?"Rachel had arrived and was standing next to Shawn. I could smell her perfume."Shawn just saved my ass," I said. "Can I co-credit her for this story?"I heard no answer and wheeled around to find both women staring at me."If you're serious," Rachel finally said. "And Shawn doesn't have a problem with it."We both looked at Shawn, who had the grace to look quite embarrassed."I didn't really do. . Now you go into the bathroom and shave so that your makeup goes on with out a trace of Jason's nasty beard showing, and I'll finish putting on my boots and getting dressed. Call me back when you've finished." Ten minutes later I was making the call. The phone was picked up but the Mistress did not speak. All I heard was the tap, tap, tap of stiletto heels on a hard floor rising and falling in volume as surmised that the Mistress was moving around the room finishing her preparations. I was. “That’s enough,” Chris said firmly. I let Brian’s dick fall from my mouth and looked up at Chris, waiting for further instruction. He pointed down the hall. “Bed,” he instructed.With a “Yes, sir,” I strutted off down the hall in my heels, went into the bedroom, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. Chris brought in a bag of toys (I knew there were chains of some purpose, I could hear them jingling). Brian followed close behind. Brian pushed me onto my back and forced my legs up, while.