When one hand was doneI could feel the nails that were now in place and I knew they were long.The same was done to my toes, though no length was added... The collar wasthen placed back on me and my cuffs were unlocked for a moment torelease me from the chair, then put back on. I was stood up and leadaway. Then she spoke."The make-up that has been put on you will not come off without aspecial cream. It is the same with the nails and polish you have on. Ifyou use your safe code improperly, you will. Smyth arrived home. Eliza came out into the sitting room."Alright my dear," Mrs. Smyth said to Eliza, "what happened between you two. Your Kimi looks like he's just lost his favourite sheltie and he's swallowed his tongue. He really puts on a good sulk, doesn't he?" I... I can't talk about it," Eliza said, "I'm leaving and..." Aye, well it won't be today. There's only one train and it leaves at midday." Well, I'll leave tomorrow, then." Hadn't you'd better say goodbye to your little mechanic?". She bucked hard for about another minute, as her brain slowly re-established full control over her pussy. Her shouts and random cries subsided to a whisper as the champagne bottle gradually lost its own momentum and eased out of her soaking slit to lie on the leather sofa, just resting in the outer folds of Jules’s pussy lips. I say lost momentum, but that was purely because the woman, formerly controlling Jules, had decided to fully cut loose on her own body. She remained on her knees; legs. Work is almost always uneventful. Putting aside the innuendos and the sexual banters from the truckers work can get pretty boring. Everyday it’s the same thing: check credentials, check trucks and let them in, simple! Then there’s the USCG one in particular: Mr. Jareth Anderson the one person who confuses the living hell out of her. He comes everyday talking in a smooth southern accent, flat top head of soft black hair, looking incredibly sexy in his official CG uniform. He hands her his ID.