"This was the thought that started it all, but back then, all I wanted wasto know what it was like, what it was for, but above all, how I would feelaf...er using it.I was seven years old, and this wasn't the first time I'd ever had wornmakeup of any kind, but it would be the first time my curiosity wouldallow me to do something like this...I was four when my mother decided to dress me up as a fairy princess orsomething for Halloween, and she had me wear blush and lipgloss as well.With my long. Delicious tingles would course through every vein in my body. His hypnotic gaze would leave me drunk with need. Raw lust would take over every atom of my being. The raw lust would leave me breathless and panting like some bitch in heat. I know nothing else except a desperate need for release. I wouldn't want to know his name and I wouldn't want to tell him mine.This is how my fantasy with my gorgeous stranger would unfold...I'm leaning into him and I'm dancing hypnotically to the music and. She flashed me a wicked smile, then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. “I have some cleaning up to do, and I think you better get back to work.” Her makeup was smeared over her face, leftover drool from the blowjob and rimming still clung to her chin, she looked like a little slut who’d been used hard, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. We kissed, her tongue and mine sliding against one another, my hands running over her smooth curves, before I reluctantly. "Well... uh... OK. It's a very strangestory though." He turned to Michael. "And, I know I can trust you tokeep it quiet. I haven't told anybody else at work, so..." Michael interrupted him, slightly annoyed, "Oh come on Karl, you knowyou can trust me by now."Karl looked guilty. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. But when you hear thestory....well, OK. One weekend it was Simon's turn to clean the house,and anyway, he had bought himself this French maid's uniform." Karlturned directly to Michael. "You.