Madam Gwendolyn made sure to face me away from the mirror whileshe did my make-up but I did notice the colours she was using, she useda lot of bright ...ink and black on my eyelids. Of course my lipstick wasbright red, with a shiny coat of gloss over top, and she glued theseenormous false eyelashes on me, it was weird actually being able to kindof see my eyelashes out of the top of my sight.The last touch was a curly red wig that fell to my shoulders, afterfluffing and primping that she turned. Shrugging your shoulders, you turn back down the alley to continue on your way home.Once at home, you drop the box on the table in your hallway, continuing to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You pour yourself a drink and get relaxed on your couch, grabbing your remote and turning on the tv, flipping through the channels to find something to watch and finally settling on a repeat of a favourite show. You look at your own remote and see that it's a bit beat up from having. He hadn’t known a woman yet that would walk off and leave a pot boiling like that. It just wasn’t safe, and it’d probably ruin whatever you were cooking.As they approached the diner and he looked inside, expecting to see a whole crowd of folks sitting around eating. Nothing. No one. He peered into the window and to his amazement it was completely empty. There was food on the tables and jackets on the backs of chairs. There just wasn’t any people. Not even the cooks or waiters.He looked at. She leaves Jeans dick and crawls back over to me on all fours on the chair taking my prick in her mouth, she looks up at me with wanton abandon while blowing me. I can see she’s cock hungry and desperate “Of course darling” I say, as I bend down and gently kiss her on the lips. She goes back to blowing me but this time obviously offering her already open-flowered pussy to him from behind.Jean needs no second invite, he pulls in from behind and in one quick tug breaks her knicker elastic and.