"Ma'am, I don't think that all I need to do is accept this. Really, I don't think I can do this." But you will..." she replied. "There is a little get...together at myfriends club that I've been asked to attend, perhaps I can turn it intoa little warning\demonstration, mainly to show you a fraction of whatyou can expect if you try to bail on me. I'm just offering the ideas andmethods of acceptance as a way to help you not get in a situation you'llregret. Just let me know if you want to hear about. She had assisted when he and Mizi had gone at it, but she had remained oddly detached that time, observing more than participating. She hadn’t even removed her clothes. Now, she commanded all of his attention, Mizi sitting beside them as she watched eagerly. If there was a bag of popcorn on hand, the wide-eyed Valbaran would probably have been eating it.“Stroke me,” Lozka insisted, “as you did in the hot spring.”It was more of a suggestion than a demand, but the confidence that she radiated. He walked into his closet and brought two longhaired wigs. "Straight or curly?" I chose the wavy, long wig. Brown hair with blonde hi-lites was in back then. I had no idea what to do with the make up he then proceeded to show me, so he taught me how to use foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara. Done with the lipstick, he asked me to look at myself in the mirror. I was transformed into a very hot young girl and it got me more excited. "You will have to pay my services with a blowjob hunny. ” “Were we? That’s such a bore. Let’s talk about something else.” I nodded. “What would you like to talk about?” “You.” I nodded again. “What about me?” “Are you married?” “No, I’m single.” “Ever been married?” “Nope.” “Ever going to get married?” “I hope to.” She knocked the rest of her martini down and poured some more. “Marriage is myth. Love, honor, and obey. Ha.” She said with venom. I realized she’d been drinking martinis, or something for a while. “I’ve been a perfect wife for that.