I just loaded my work clothes in the washer, & I can wrap your muddy clothes in the towel after you use it. I’ll wash your clothes too. After you’...e clean, you can come in. Is that okay?”Chelsea considers the offer. “Yes, I just want to come in out of the dark and the rain.”“Okay, take off those dirty clothes. I’ll get the soap & see if there’s a dry towel.Katya goes inside and Chelsea takes off her business suit. Even her bra and panties are all muddy. She stands there waiting for Katya to. They proceeded to tell me that I have to wear makeup as well. Although I had resisted initially they pushed me hard to do this their way of the pictures will get out. Then I was made to sit in front of a full length mirror with my back towards it. They applied the foundation first. One of them then started to put on a red lipstick on my lips. And then the other one put eyeliner on my eyes. Then was the turn of eye shadow and mascara. Once the basic make up was completed, they put on a necklace. My interest in her was triggered.Her small waist now flared out onto a rear butt that simply begged to be buggered and I’d often imagined doing just that during my masturbation mode; to get my cock right up into her anus and hear her moan for her dear ‘ole dad.Like any unpretty teen girl, Elly lacked confidence at not being beautiful and the truth was her face wouldn’t readily attract a boyfriend. It was probably why she shied away from boys; except for her younger brother who she liked to. Idly, he wondered who the real messenger might be. The de la Tour family was a wealthy one in the southern Netherlands, and practically ran the episcopality of Liege in the bishop’s long absences. Some sniveling priest, perhaps? A common servant? Or had Mme de la Corte called on another of her many lovers (for her reputation was well-established) to perform the task? There was the Polish mercenary – what was his name? Pietrczak? – and that judge’s son, Cheval. D’Audierne wondered if he would.