The wealthy socialites gathered at a nearby café, & excitedly embarked on their morning of relentlessly extravagant retail consumption, vacuuming up ...mpressive quantities of clothes, jewellery & shoes, in particular.After their bout of ‘hard work’ a recharge was necessary, with a relaxed lunch in one of the many top-notch restaurants in the same area. On this particular occasion, another hot, summer day, Vanessa had selected a favorite ‘al fresco’ location. The privileged socialites feasted on. It was a four thousand acre corn farm and according to seismic testing, there was no oil on it. When news broke of oil with producing test wells on Jeanna’s massive property, investment firms from Wall Street went crazy buying property in the area while paying horrendous prices. Now they were panic selling. It seems there was just one large dome in the county and Jeanna owned it.As usual Jeanna had a plan to siphon off part of the oil through the new property as oil found on our property by. I summed her up as the pretty girl next door.About an hour later, as we started the serious eating of the entrees and side dishes, I was able to get near Susan. She looked pretty innocent, so I figured that if I hinted at the kind of party we’d be getting into later that night, she might run from the room dragging her husband behind her.“Hi Susan, may I sit with you.”“Oh, yes, Jon. It’s your home; sit anywhere. You’ve done such a great job decorating. We love seeing this. We’re just getting our. Let me put them on you.” She unbuttoned the top of my blouse, reached in and inserted a falsie in each cup, then positioned them in place. “Sit at my vanity so I can do your make-up,” she instructed.It only took her about ten minutes to do my make-up still in nothing but her bra and panties. Then she finished getting her clothes on as she told me to pick out a pair of shoes to wear. I found a pair of black open-toed shoes with a single strap and a short heel. Sis thought it was a great choice.