To avoid staring, I go to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I'vegotten pretty good at makeup and I hate to admit it, but I feel nakedwithout it.... I try not to over do it with the makeup, but I like to havea little on whenever I go out. It isn't because I want to look pretty;the reason is because it helps with my disguise. Over the years I'vecome to notice how different a woman can look when she isn't wearingmakeup. Despite the breast implants and change in hair color, I'm stillafraid. It should be my change to communicate with her.Suddenly, I see Princess Gurley comes back with the same outfit.I speaks with my low submissive voice, ?Princess Gurley, may this slave have permission to speak??Princess Gurley says, ?Speak, slave!?Princess Gurley, please accept this slave’s apology. This slave admit this slave hurt you, this slave admit this slave’s ignorance hurt you. This slave did not know how wonderful Princess Gurley is until Princess left this slave. This slave has been. It was too painful. THHHWWWAAACCCK! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!! Her lush bottom jerked and jiggled from two more stinging blows."Nah... nah... s... s... stop... puh... puh... puhlease stop," she whimpered and then his hand was gently stroking her bum again. It seemed to drive the heat in deeper but, at the same time, it had a cool, soothing effect."Turn over, Jan. Turn over so I can see you." She felt him remove his knee from the small of her back and she lay there a moment, free to move. Her bottom. ”I mean like wow! Everyone that sees me is just so blown away by how sexy I am that they automatically think that I work for the Valley Girl Modeling Agency. I’m honest with them, though. I thank them for the compliment but tell them that while I love posing for pictures, I’m not a model. Just about every guy I’ve been with has just loved the way I pose for pictures. They always hate what I’m wearing though and tell me that the pictures look so much better when the clothes aren’t hiding how.