Then, of all things, she gave ushomework; we were to make use of the school's electronic library and read aspecific book on cosmetology found therein ...o determine what changes couldbe made in our individual efforts and then read the library's copies ofCosmo and Vanity Fair and try to find different looks that might work forus. We were also told not to wear makeup until we had passed theintroduction part of the course; passing meant that we could successfullyapply our own makeup to fit any given. But all that changed when I got up the nerve to date Ben. He took me to sexual heights I had never imagined. He awoke in me the filthy slut I really want to be when I am in bed with a man. The things I have done astonished me. I met Ben on the Internet. One thing led to another and we set up a meeting in a bar. I don’t know why I did it but I let an extra button on my blouse remain open exposing more cleavage than I ever dared before. Then I let Ben feel my tit right there in that bar, I. Things did not go as planned. I was so wrapped up in watching the video; I didn't hear my nightmother come home early from the dinner party she attended. She walked in behind and cleared her throat loudly as I sat totally lost in the movie. I spun around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips, looking very angry. She was wearing a black, low cut, full sequin dress, the kind that shimmers and glimmers in the light. Her long auburn hair was done up and she was wearing her glasses. I. " Moments later Susan was free to speak. "Jack, I feel your breath, please don't touch me." She whimpered. "You have to fight this!" Seconds passed by ever so slowly. My breathing seemed to have increased and my dick was throbbing. My mind wandered to a distant memory; I was a teenager at my first dance, standing by the wall with my friends, watching the girls gyrate around the gym. One girl had my attention, her name was Millie Phillips. Millie had breasts! Her cute yellow dress showed just.