She added that I would also needto wear makeup like other girls my age.When I returned with underwear on under my dress and a sad attempt atmaking up ...y face, they laughed even more."I'm sorry," I said, humiliated and crying, "but I don't know how to applymakeup." "Oh, you poor thing," Mommie said, hugging me as if she really cared. "Iknow what! If you do your chores well, I'll let Gretchen give you amakeup lesson! How does that sound, sweetie? Your dear father would beso proud! God rest. When she tried one-handed to tear some off, the roll just spun, unwinding a bunch, so working together we managed to gather a few sheets, but she insisted on wiping my bald pussy, and she was very careful and thorough.Oh gosh.Then she pointed out that she might as well go while we were there, rather than get us both up in the night. This required an awkward sort of musical chairs with the toilet. She used her one-handed control to dictate my position. I wound up kneeling on the cold tiles. "Will you give me a light?" she asked.I took one of the long matches and stuck it and walked over and placed it in front of her. She took the cigarette to her mouth and leaned in and lit it. She took a deep breath and blew the smoke out. The cigarette had the same dark red lipstick ring around it. I stood there and watched. She purposely held it and smoked in a very sensual way. I was mesmerized. She gently "accidentally" brushed her robe and it slightly opened. Underneath she had a black teddy. ‘It was just a late night, that’s all. Late night, too much wine—’ ‘And lots of sex,’ she finished triumphantly. She grinned. ‘Way to go, boss. I was starting to think that you and Drew were never going to get it on.’ Uh oh. How was I going to nip this in the bud? ‘Get it on?’ I gasped, striving for innocence. ‘Me and Drew?’ I tried another laugh, this time managing a much more convincing noise. ‘No!’ She shot me a dubious glance. ‘Seriously,’ I protested. ‘It’s not like that, honestly. We’ve.