The cups were cold at first but quickly warmed to my body's temperature. I felt my nipples grow hard as my lover briefly rubbed my bra. The forms gent...y rubbed my own hard nipples. As quickly as she began she stopped.Once again I felt her breath upon my ear as she whispered, "We will have time for that later sweetie, but we have to finish getting you ready first."In amazement I nodded my agreement. Then I was surprised as what I knew to be a corset was slid over me and tied into place. She. "You need to get into some makeup and dosomething with your hair. Tell Erin to call me if she needs arecommendation Or she can contact me on Facebook. Actually, I justreached out to her," she said. She turned her phone around to show me aphoto she had just taken. "I have one of you on the ladder I don't thinkFacebook will allow, but I posted this one," she said. It showed mefacing her, easily recognizable. I was tagged in the photo, meaning allmy growing list of Facebook "friends" would see. I was worried at first that we were taking the boys’ play space, but Lissa said she’d tried to get the boys to play downstairs, but everything kept migrating back to the living room. She’d finally given up and set the rule that all toys had to be in their room before stories could be read. As far as she knew, they’d never gone back downstairs again.I worked from the sketch I created Sunday afternoon and laid out the framework for the painting on a sheet of watercolor paper. I’d bought five. ‘Me too,’ admitted Fran. ‘But,’ she added with the air of a girl that liked her sleep, ‘why have you dragged me out here?’ ‘Don’t you see, Fran? We can double our money.’ Connie made a criss-crossing gesture. ‘Geddit?’ Fran looked nonplussed. ‘Jeez, Fran, it beats me why James thinks you’re so smart,’ Connie hissed impatiently. ‘I’ll go and sleep in your bed with Sam, you get in mine with, er … er …’ Connie struggled to remember the name of the man whose fluids even now were trickling out of.