I suddenly felt a burning in both my clip and deep in my abdomen as the electricity pulsed through me. It felt like my worthless clitoris was on fire....The pain was great and I just imagine deep in my useless uterus bolts of electricity striking the walls sending painful waves to my sick brain. Master within 2 min. I started to squirt with an orgasm. The pain was continuous and getting worse as time went on. Then it just dawned on me that I have to melt the ice to get the key to stop this. That's more than kosher," I said. I couldn't stop staring at her fucking boobs.She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them off. And I about had a fucking heart attack. Bridget stood in front of me in black bikini underwear and a black bra that showed off every amount of cleavage and thighs you could imagine from top to bottom. I stood there staring at her. Her stomach wasn't "flat" but it wasn't heavy. Nice firm thighs, bigger legs, and that body. Jesus. I had never seen a girl her. The pink dress was mid-thigh length and showed off her now generous cleavage as well as a heart-shaped lace panel over her stomach. He had already made it clear he was a tit man. She slipped her feet into pink 4" heels, had a final check in the mirror, a spray of perfume and she was ready. It was almost 7.30 so she made her way to reception. Mr Cochrane was already there and he stood up as she arrived. "My darling, you look absolutely amazing." He kissed her on the lips and squeezed her bum. He. "Of course I did. Oh how I wanted to be pretty. I suddenly thought that mymake-up was an essential part of me from now on, that I would never beseen without make up again. I stood on my heels and looked at him sitting on the brown blanket on thebed. His cock was smaller now, but so desirable. I smiled back. "Let me make myself pretty while you recharge" I winked promising more. Iwanted more, but I had to make myself pretty first. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had the blow job.