She had a helmet of lacquered blonde hair curling stiffly outward at the bottom, a heavily pan-caked face with bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow... She looked like a woman in a cheap, garishly-coloured magazine advertisement for a 1950s kitchen. Her flowery dress emphasised the 1950s look with a tight bodice strained by her breasts, a full flared skirt several inches below her knee, and a small blue gingham apron. Her legs were in tan stockings ending in white high heels that clicked on the. ?PLEASE? I screamed, ?Kiss me, please o please let me kiss you please, no more.? He came around in front of me bent down and released my legs. He then brought his fce to mine and offered his lips. I lowered my head and started kissing him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away and smiled. He took the weights of off my nipples and then gave the clamps a final tug before he removed them. The blood rushing back into them was sweet agony in itself, but he had one more trick. He. She had a very pretty face and she applied just the right amount of make-up to it before going to the hotel bar, purchasing herself a drink and placing herself on a stool at the far end of the bar although her large buttocks rather overlapped the stool.She had been there about twenty minutes sipping her drink and watching the comings and goings when a man in a smart suit entered the bar and bought himself a drink.He did glance in the direction of Debbie and sort of half-smiled but, to her. I gave big thumbs up and a wide smile letting her know that I noticed and acknowledged that she had learned that "lesson" at the previous show. She also went to the front desk and took care of our check in using her credit card to secure the "financing."I had opened a special account and given both girls a card to use for just this kind of occasion. I didn't even have to say anything about "abusing the privilege". They took it very seriously, kept all the receipts so we could determine if it.