There turned out to be two things she wanted to talk about.Pam said, “Sean said that your boyfriend is Mark Worthington, the billionaire.”I smiled... “He is. He doesn’t flaunt his wealth, but we do have to be careful since billionaires are not trusted or liked in many quarters.” I gestured two table over where Jana and a man about as big as a redwood tree sat having dinner. “Those two people at that table are with me; they’re my bodyguards. We had a bit of scare at home this morning with a fake. We untangled ourselves and lay back sideways along the bed but the stains on Kevin’s dick was a bit of a turn off so he headed for the shower with Kaylene going with him while Kayner and I headed to the kitchen for a drink.As we passed Chez’s room I was sure I could hear a buzzing sound and gave Kayner a nudge, Kayner could see the mischief in my eyes and suggested we let the poor girl have some fun as she hadn’t had a man since her husband so we headed for the shower ourselves.When we had all. She was standing though not fully upright. Rachel was on tip toes, eight inch heeled boots the black rubber up to her thighs. The boots were so tight they seemed to mould to her perfect calves; her ankles visible in the tight material her thighs gripped firmly by the boot tops.She had no skirt instead her full white ass and hips were bare followed again at her tummy with another rubber garment, a corset so tight her waist looked like a cartoon Jessica rabbit character with the massive encased. His attorney was wearing a backless sheath, slit up the front to nearly her crotch, and a rhinestone choker. His wife’s attorney was in a tux and held the end of a leash that was connected to a ring at the back of the choker. They did not recognize him and he pretended not to notice them, but he played badly that night, and never got a call from that keyboard player again. He was bitter about that, too, ‘cause he figured it was their fault. Isolde came up to the bandstand, lugging George’s.