But they did not stay on myface for long. His eyes were quickly drawn back to my exposed cock,nestling in what remained of my French knickers. "God bu... what awaste", he finished, lamely.But he had not taken his eyes off me - off my pretty features - myambiguity. Smooth creamy skin and silk stockings; my hourglass formshaped by my tightly laced corset. My delicate features stilladorned with the remnants of Elizabeth's cosmetics giving me awaif-like vulnerable feminine charm. And then the stark. “These are from all over” she said. “But I have a special folder for them all”. They were a mixture of candid shots, up-skirt and down-blouse, all obviously taken without the subjects knowing. Some of the girls were wearing panties, but a few were like me, showing it all. Most of these were shaved, so you could see the detail of their pussies. Most of the down-blouse ones were of bra-less breasts, usually showing a nipple or two. They were all very, very sexy. “You’ve a great collection here”. Whathad been shaved off my crotch wasn't growing back. In fact, I was pinkand smooth all over, presumably another effect of what had been done tome in Mexico. Next my wife gave me a camisole, which I put on over myhead. It was covered with bright vertical stripes, no two in the samecolor. The panties were apricot, so I made a vivid picture. They had mestrut around, my wife telling me to walk as if I had her Lucite slipperson. I used a feminine walk, my hips rolling and my chest. Queen Bethany reaches behind and grabs his hands and slowly places them above his head and with a look of hunger in her eyes leans down and kisses him hard on the lips. He moans in pain as she bits his lip as she pulls away from them and licks her lips with mischief in her eyes. She then works her way down his bare chest pulling on his chest hairs with her teeth till she meets his hard nipples, where again playfully bits them with her teeth cause him to moan loader. She looks up to his face.