They were breathing heavily as they kissed, and Charmaine felt herself being backed up into the living room. The tingling sensation that was going on ...etween her thighs was beginning to overwhelm her. She kissed him more urgently, as if a kiss alone would help to ease her arousal. She felt his hands leave her ass and her shirt slowly began to slide up her body. She broke the kiss and raised her arms, allowing Ryan to pull her shirt over her head and off. He threw it on the floor as he looked at. "It's not that bad, is it?" She thought she looked fine."No, not bad. I wouldn't say bad. It's just... not as good. Really, honey, the dress is great and we do want to look nice for the dinner and all but..." he trailed off again. "I think you need more practice with that stuff. Actually, I think it's pretty cool that you're not the kind of woman that covers her face in paint. I want you to be yourself, maybe more so tonight than any other night." He stopped talking, holding his breath.Stacy. Especially if it gets sent to you multiple times in your email.Sitting back I took a sip of my coffee and watch the indicator get closer to the end.Finally.I saw a single message in the inbox but it was from '[email protected]' and had no subject line. Great a spammer that sent huge attachments in their messages.Half prepared to delete it immediately I clicked on the message and a picture appeared inline to the body of the message. Or at least the top portion of a picture.Frowning I stared at. Com. )Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * "Make sure your makeup and hair are perfect for tonight. We are going for the record."That was all the instructions Master had given her when he told her to clean herself for display. They were going to the club,.