Guilt? Disappointment? Both?He came in to sit in his usual recliner and fixed us with a stern gaze. "Why didn't you tell us what happened to you this ...fternoon, Tabbitha?"Oooh, he was really upset. The last time he had called her Tabbitha was the previous year when she had tried driving the truck and crashed into one of the tool sheds behind the barn. After reassuring myself that she was all right, I had laughed my ass off, but Mr. Langston was very ... displeased. He had made her. There, standing in the lobby, looking into the dressing room where I stood, was the blonde who has been sitting on the front row while I was onstage.Her eyes flew open like she was shocked, then she smiled when I smiled at her.Catherine held her hand as she pulled her inside and closed the door behind her. “Jerry, this is Camille Haskins, my cousin from Little Rock. She’s here with her parents, and when I saw them, Camille wanted to get your autograph.”“Hey, Camille. I saw you sitting on the. Here both of you please have some champagne”He handed Wendy and Claire glasses although Claire took it with her right hand leaving her left stroking Wendy’s tummy absent mindedly Wendy gulped her wine down and Mr Tanawa refilled it straight away. She could feel the alcohol hitting her blood stream and was surprised that even Claire’s soft stroking was causing her pussy to start to juice up.Claire and Mr Tanawa chatted about work and Wendy wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do if anything. She. I got it."I was seated near the back, but in plain view of many of the patrons when Cindy showed up. I rose to meet her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. I helped her into her seat (some things are just ingrained), and then sat down. "So, do you have something for me?" When she glanced around first, I cut her off. "There's no reason to look around. Your Master has commanded you to do something and I'm waiting."She reached into her purse and pulled out the bra. She had folded it neatly in.