It made it easier to roll over at night. I rush to the shower. I stop to think, what day is it? Tuesday. It's Tuesday. I think about all the meetings ... have today. I have one with the general manager. I have another with Nick and his crew regarding shipping problems. I have one last one with someone else. I have no idea who, but I remember Shelly telling me about it.I find today's clothes. I decide on a light blue tank top and a navy blue suit set. The skirt is a standard pencil skirt that. Do you want it?"I didn't know what I was in for, and wondered what he was going to do to me. He grabbed his huge, hard black cock and pulled back from my face a little. He grabbed the back of my head so his cock was a few inches from my face. I knew he wanted to blow his load all over it. I normally don't like facials, but with this stud I wasn't going to fight it. I was overwhelmed and truly wanted him to drench me with all his cum. I knew my Hubby wanted to see it happen and sealed the deal. " Looks like little blond bombshell exploded and the doctor didn't get all the pieces back in the right place." I feel like a slut and I feel like shit. Do you?" Which?" A slut." Ask me later, when I get the smile off my pussy."Sandy produced a weak smile. "Mine's still glowing too, but I wouldn't last the month out with a steady diet of nights on the town." Yeah, and our funerals would cost twice the regular price. How would the mortician get the grins off our faces?" Speak for yourself unless. My eyebrows were tweezedinto thin arched lines. Then foundation, setting powder, blush, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick were all applied insuccession turning my face into that of a beautiful but somewhat sluttylooking woman. My lips wore a bright red lipstick and were full andpouty. Must have been injected with collagen to look so sexy. Finally Iwas outfitted with some rings, bracelets and a necklace."OK, follow me. It's time to get you dressed," said the beautician..