A woman's makeup has never done it that much for you in the past. Her tits, her ass, her talking dirty, sure, but never has a woman's makeup help...d do you in before. Shit, you realize that you just came inside the bottoms. No way that you can wear those caked with cum. You look down and there's a wet spot, but no huge thick white cream that you expected. You bend more to see, expecting to see your cum higher near the band or even out the top onto your stomach. Oh shit, there isn't even a. Yes, it was real. A '57 Chevy Bel Air convertible. It looked like it might have just come from the showroom floor, clean and polished, its candy apple red paint shining in the sun. He looked into the window and saw seats in nearly new condition, not a stain or cut in the fabric. The dashboard was pristine, the windows sparkling with no hint of chipping or even abrasion. But the thing which made the biggest impression was the small, hand lettered sign in the window. It read simply "FOR. . and the sight of the three women he’d blackmailed, having that anus clench hard at that plug in submissive earnest.All five women had ‘refreshed’ by slipping into the garb in which they felt most comfortable, and which illustrated their true personas; made readily available from Lana’s extensive fetish wardrobes ... each now expressing their persona as a severe and sadistic dominatrix. The curt smiles of contempt at his appearance, especially from the three he’d blackmailed, had him know he’d. We got some great pictures and then she said, “Prosecco, I have some, let's take a picture with that.” She walked over to a cupboard behind the lounge and pulled out two champagne glasses and from a bar fridge, a bottle of Prosecco.I studied her as she opened the bottle; the bathing suit had a very low back and high cut legs. Her legs looked very long with the heels. Her legs and butt were firm but not gym-toned. ‘Just youth,' I thought. She returned with the glasses; we touched glasses and.