She could feel the puddle of her juices on her ass as she laid there.An image formed in her mind of a stranger coming up her driveway. His face obscur...d by a mask. She saw him slowly reach out for the front door handle and turn the knob, the sound of the door slowly opening, the sound of his footsteps as he walked closer to the table. Her chest heaved from her heavy breathing through her nose, the vibrator still inside her trapped pussy tickling that secret spot inside her. Her mind seeing him. It looked to be a slow night at the club. In one corner table, to the left of the catwalk, was a group that looked to be made up of local teenagers. From the looks of them, the kids were all recent graduates from high school. Probably just turned 18, Mike thought. They were chatting up an attractive leggy blonde haired, blue-eyed gal. The dancer dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, and looked to be about the same age as the kids. The young lady looked to be eighteen and was probably only working. You look cute, and kind of sexy, but it’s also kind of silly. I can’t keep a straight face. Candy: ‘You can at least try, my God, they went to a lot of trouble to make me look 20 again.’ Carl: ‘If you looked 20, I wouldn’t feel so funny, you look like you’re 11 and I’m some sort of bad teacher preying on his charges. I just can’t do this.’ Candy was disappointed. The hotel staff that had done such a stand-up job were less than thrilled too. They had one more try (you were always granted two. Just opening the tube and turning it, watching the very red lipstick rise, made me hard immediately. When I touched the tip of the lipstick to my lips, I was harder than I had been in years. This is what I had to do! I bought more lipstick, different colors, pink glosses. Then I knew what had to come next. I went to the mall and bought nylons panties and a bra. I was so nervous in the store, but I knew there was no going back. The Salvation Army store was next, for a skirt, blouses and a.