Wore few bangles .. Put on some lipstick. Only missing thing was a wig but apart from that i was looking like a perfect lady. So i just shouted for hi... from the bedroom with a open door and i hid myself behind the door anxiously about my looks. He then came inside the room and i hugged him from behind. He saw me in mirror and said wow … U r looking amazing yaar .. I will call u nisha .. I said thanks and we started kissing. He was getting wild.Suddenly he lifted me in his arms and threw me on. The men were also looking glamorous, some clad in leather, some dashing in tuxedos, and some completely bare-chested. There was definitely an air of sexual anticipation. Beginning to feel nervous again, I went off in search of safety.I noticed some rooms were leading off the main ballroom, so I went to look for a safe haven. The sign above the first room simply read ‘The Lounge.’ I entered tentatively to find a half-empty room of friendly people chatting and flirting. Hovering by a chair. Yet that playful wench suddenly jumped back with the grace of the pixie she really is and screeched with a bit of a laugh thrown in.I sat smiling, wondering what other antics she was about to pull, when she suddenly lifted her loose skirt up to her waist. The weight of the week, and more explicitly my lack of sexual attention during that time, suddenly hung heavily upon me as I gazed upon her cream-coloured stockings and garters.Licking lips, I had to continue with our present mood and at least. “Well, are you going to get up?” He urges. “Yes…? I just need a minute.” My father looks at me suspiciously, but gets up and goes to the door. Looking back, he gives me a mischievous grin and yanks my blanket away from me. My baby blue eyes bulge the size of Jupiter as I try to conceal my naked nether regions that still have a brush stuck inside and juices flowing out. My face burns bright red as my dad looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head. “Rachel…” He sighs. “You’re just like.