She took me into the shower, watched me shave my face, legs, armpits and chest and trim my pubic hair. She trimmed my eye brows and dried me off. She ...pplied the bright red nail polish to my fingers and toes and sat there as it dried. She got up and found me a nice wig from her collection: black, short bangs and shoulder length. Then the fun part began. She had me put on the skinny jeans, the brown boots and a nice blouse. She then helped me with my make-up, making me look really slutty, with a. "Eh, yeah, maybe. I'll check what I'm doing and if I can make it I'lldrop in," I said virtually tossing her offer of help back in her face."Okay, I might see you tomorrow then. If not no worries, I've got plentyto be getting on with here." At that I mumbled my goodbyes and left.After an extremely restless night and a morning that had seemed to takean eternity to pass, I found myself standing outside Taylor's at about12:30, a full thirty minutes before Becky had told me to show up. As Istood. "It was true. In spite of having shot his load all over Janet's shapely hand during the highly charged Orientation, the tight fabric that caressed his nuts and squeezed the base of his cock kept him at full staff. And the fact that his wife, as well as all the other attractive women at the orientation, had nothing but a garter belt and stockings to conceal their beautifully stacked forms also contributed to his continued state of arousal."Do you think anyone else noticed?" Honey, I think they. She felt almost foolish for not being able to figure that part out for herself.“Okay,” said Bobby, as he probed her so deep that she felt an exquisite pain deep inside her. “He needs to rub your clitty,” said Bobby, moving his finger out of her, and circling her bump with one fingertip. She hissed. “But each clitty is a little different,” said Bobby. “Some like it like this.” His finger kept circling, and, once in a while, mashing it. “Some like it like this,” he said, rubbing his finger from.