From the moment the very young make-up artist prepared her: shaving off all her pubic hair, putting rouge on her nipples, applying heavy make-up and d...essing her in buckled-on whore-shoes, a micro-mini and a tube top that said ‘I ♥ black dicks’. Tottering, she was brought into the parlour, which seemed to be full of people. There were actually only fourteen: the director, his girlfriend, three cameramen (one of whom was a trainee), the female sound technician, the photographer, the make-up. I told Sandra, still loudly sobbing, that I had some important business to handle and started out the door.Sandra was still obviously in shock because I hadn't reacted in my usual soft manner. It was a new and unexpected experience for her. But what could I do? I felt like the camel which had its back broken by the last straw.When I opened the car door, she had opened the entrance door and shouted after me, "Don't do anything stupid and harass Mr. Pihlborg. I'll file for divorce if you dare to. It was also imperative that I go there unseen for I was forbidden to enter the room without my father. My journey was easier than I expected for most of the senior servants were engaged in the kitchens and cellars and the chamber maids had retired for the night. I crept into the study dressed in the most diaphanous of my night gowns; a fine garment, gossamer thin and costly. My hair hung back like a black mane, reaching far down my back. My eyes wide with awe, I paused by the large balcony. I was disappointed she wasfully dressed, wearing a skirt and blouse. Ignoring me, Marie slowlystarted putting on some make up; she sat down on the bed and applied nailvarnish to her toes and fingers, two coats. Eventually, as she waited forthis varnish to dry Marie spoke, "you have done well, may be I willreward you later". Some time later ten or fifteen minuets, timeperception had sort of drifted for me, Marie started to run her handsover my hairless legs and body, my erection was instant and.