He fashions small ringlets to frame my face, then expertly applies my makeup. He squeezes a tight-fitting bone-corset around my middle. Pushing me f...rward and face down over the bed, he pulls the corset strings tight until I can barely breathe and laces them securely. The underwire shoves my breasts upwards; the lace extends just below my waist, and a spaghetti-string thong, thigh-high nylons and heels, all colored blood-red. Working with near surgical precision, he slides a large butt plug. The common folk in the farmland area were not well versed in the mysterious ways of the numerous covert witches long suspected to be right in their midst. That was only to be expected when one studies it without any bias, because they were basically an uneducated lot, highly superstitious, and not inclined to sit down and think things out logically. It was common knowledge in most quarters that the witches were truly ordinary housewives and daughters with a look of innocence in their bright. Pretty tame! If that was tame I wonder what dad's idea of wild was. I excused myself and went back to the bungalow to lie down and get rid of this headache I had.I slept until Rick came to make sure I was ready. So I had another shower and got into my tux. Rick told me a few times that he had a great time last night but wouldn't tell me who's great idea it was to leave me in a hotel in the slums without any clothes. He did tell me that they had paid for the room and bribed the clerk to give me. ” That brought a big smile to my face, because that’s exactly what they were.We silently sipped our tea for a few moments. I was losing the battle, and I desperately needed to turn this around.“Okay, Anthony ... you don’t think I’ve noticed the way you look at me when you’re here?”He looked down self-consciously. “You’re beautiful, and I’m a guy; of course I’ve noticed you.”I could feel myself blushing. It was the first time that anyone called me beautiful.We looked into each other’s.