It felt oh so good. But she knew it could potentially feel much, much better. Wanda came into the conservatory, carrying a tray with a tall glass of ...oke and ice for Oliver. ‘I thought you might be thirsty,’ she said gruffly. ‘Much obliged, Wanda,’ he said, and though her eyes were closed, Lianne could tell by his tone that he had that silly big grin of his all over his features. ‘How are they treating you?’ ‘Can’t complain much,’ she said, half-seriously. It was what she always said to. The hostess was graciousand welcomed me in. I met a couple of other staff includingthe photographer. We chatted so that my tastes and likescould be known. I then chose a couple of outfits from thehuge wardrobe. We had worked out a look replete with choiceand colour of hair, makeup etc. I was pleased that I had booked for the maximum 4 hour makeover and that thatincluded everything - including 2" nails.I had shaved closely and also had my legs and chest waxed.At 5'10" and 154 lbs I was slim if. At the next door I knocked and called out. I hear Paula call out not to come in. I called again. She sounded flustered. I tried the handle. It was locked. I called out again. Paula said she was OK and needed more rest. She was definitely flustered. I insisted she open the door.It opened a few inches and her head popped around.'I'm Ok', her eyes were bright and full.She stumbled and the door opened further. I could see her dress on the floor. She turned following my gaze and her upper body came. Debbie was glad to see me. She bouncedover and could not help herself. She gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Shespun me around to look at my new look. 'Oh, I think I am in love,' shewhispered!Debbie looked pretty good herself. All in white, with larger breasts and afuller ass than the last time I saw her. I don't like to brag, but Ithought I looked better and hotter. So did Debbie. We discovered that ourdaughter's roomed together, and in the same bedroom. On my daughter'snight stand was a.