" Come here baby and I will help you." Carl said as I was struggling to lace the back up properly. I walked over to where Carl had been sitting and tu...ned around. I could feel his large hands pull on the lace and cinch me tightly into the corset. Next he pulled the garter straps down and snapped them to each stocking. My breasts and ass where completely exposed. Rubbing his hands over my ass he said, "don’t forget the heels." I went back to the bed and slide the heels on and turned and faced. I sure hoped the other two casas were okay with this. They were stripping down as they got in line and everyone started following me as I softly called out the names of each form as we moved through them. The two guys were in the second row, and I absently hoped they were enjoying the view of the seven beautiful asses in front of them. My seven hearthmates in front. Doug and Carl with their four hearthmates behind. Something didn't add up. I was in front of them all, leading with my back turned. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Evelyn Fitzpatrick stopped her car in the entrance to the parking garage and slowly turned the business card in her hand. It was badly stained with coffee and torn nearly in two because she had torn it and thrown it into. “You’re a cop, a scientist, or a social worker,” he said. “You’ve got those eyes.” “Very good, Marshall. You’re got the reasoning powers of a rabbi,” she said. Sandra waited just a bit to let the anticipation build, like a magician about to pull a dove from her sleeve. “Well?” said Marshall, a bit impatiently. “How’d I do?” “Don’t laugh. I’m a senior fraud investigator for an automobile insurance company, one of the biggest. I track down the bad guys who make your insurance rates go up.” “So I.