There were simply too many places for him to hide.About ten, Connie asked, "You wanna get a beer? We could go to Sulli's and watch all the drunks danc...."I laughed. "I'd rather have hot chocolate or coffee." Done," she said, and did a U-turn, heading for Sulli's.We sat in the corner by the end of the bar, sipping hot chocolate and eyeing the crowd. Most were younger and well on their way to a good hangover by morning. The music was loud, the crowd was happy and all was right with the world. Me,. I was nice and tanned – reddish brown and smooth skinned, my ass sticking out, my pussy moist all day. When I stretched out on the dentist’s chair, my skirt rode up and I un-self-consciously smoothed it down. At that point I felt a certain vibe from Dr D’Souza and started to look at him as a man, rather than a Dentist, if you know what I mean. He was well built, not a model-type hunk but definitely a well built man – and nice looking – wore glasses – Mangalorean. And most importantly, he was. We got out and went inside. As planned, we were five minutes early. Taking my hand, Laura walked into a room.Everyone froze. Laura said loudly, "Good evening, I wanted you to meet my cure. This is my fiancé, Paul Sanderson." She held her left hand out and up. Her right hand had mine tightly in hers. She was smiling but was also nervous. A woman walked up to us and said, "Hello, Paul. I am Marie, the discussion leader. I'm sure Laura explained that you can't stay." I nodded.Laura said, "Marie,. They began to hold up itemsfrom my sissy wardrobe. They had my drivers license so they had gone tomy apartment to retrieve all my sissy clothing and accessories. A few ofmy outfits were of particular interest to them and they expressed greatinterest in these. These outfits were my sissy maid uniforms. They had avery demure satin bodice on top with a peter pan collar and short puff-ball sleeves but with a very short skirt made even shorter with a fullpetticoat and that also had an attached apron.