While he was looking in the mirror she was rummaging around in her little supply cart. When she turned back towards him, she had some eye liner. She c...refully outlined each of his eyes with a dark line. He was at a loss for words. He looked at himself in the mirror while she turned back to her cart. When she turned around again she had some mascara which she skillfully applied to both eyes. Just when he thought that had to be the last of it, she turned again and applied a bunch of bright blue. His face next to hers, his breath was warm and tickled her ear. She flinched as a chill ran down her spine to her pussy. “Hi Tamara.” he all but purred. Her eyes widened and she tensed. He was whom she was meeting. Breathing in her subtle scent was arousing him; he could feel the warmth from her body, his cock growing hard. He nuzzled at her ear a little more till he heard her breathing become steady. “You? You're Karl?” He grinned stupidly and stuck his tongue out. “Yeah its me”he had a cheeky. She had designed and sewn her own leather slavegirl costume, and had build a headpiece for the tentacles with moving parts remote controlled by buttons in her gloves, allowing her to move the head tails at will with her fingers. Every inch of her skin that was exposed was painted purple like the tentacles. In short, she was a sci-fi geek’s wet dream, a beautiful woman in a decent costume with a visible love of the medium. And yet she still managed to be surprised by how much attention she was. Not rubbing, just holding. Her large breasts were like two soft pillows. She held my head, and we drifted off to sleep that way.TOUCHINGThe next day, we didn't talk about our touching ourselves the night before. I guess we were too embarrassed. We talked a lot about Dad and what a bastard he was. Mum got clever and transferred all of the money from the joint account to her personal account, just in case Dad changed his mind and took it back.We went out to a movie to kill some time. That helped.