When I was made into a beautiful person for a day.Her eyes began to clear. They had been blurry, but now, slut could see the striking radiance of Gove...ness Chantel. Governess Chantel's hair was still wild and flaming, but her outfit was mellow. Mellow yellow, even. Heels of white, chiffon layers of multihued yellow, no gloves, not very much makeup. No gloves.Her Governess helped slut stand and brought her to the full-length mirror. And now, through her clearer eyes, with her heartbeat smacking. I got scare and told her nothing like that, so she told I know your looking at my body, for that I told your so beautiful so, she asked only beautiful ? , I told not only beautiful, hot and sexy also(don’t know from where I get that daring) . For that she smiled and thanked me.After that she asked did I am free to come to her home? I got hard again by asking that question itself only, and I told I am free we can go to your home now.This all was watching his husband from car(but not our. "Just great." she grumbled to herself. "My third home in two days." But then she sighed and started the car, barely able to wait to get 'home' and relax. Charlene arrived at her new 'home' a short while later; she walked inside of her new apartment and frowned. She used to have her own house, but now... now she just had a one-bedroom apartment that wasn't much bigger than her living room alone had been. However, in spite of that, Charlene barely gave it any notice after the initial. Darla and Monique began to get a little nervous and scared at what lay ahead; however their fears were soon set aside as they arrived at a tavern named "The Oreo," where they walked in and found Isabella, wearing only a raincoat talking and being fondled by eight very muscular military uniformed black African men, including Mombassa, who appeared to have the most medals on his chest, as they tried to find out what exactly she had on underneath. All of the men in uninform had recently been sent.