We take him into the booth where the theater throne is setup. It is a well-padded and extremely comfortable lounge-type chair.Once he is seated, the b...autician locks in place around his neck a traywhich makes his head immobile and tips him backward just enough so shecan work on his face. Two others start giving him his manicure andpedicure, which keeps him helpless and unable to resist. The firstbeautician then places makeup items on the tray. You should see the lookof panic on their faces as. You have been under for two months, and no next of kin could be found for you.” My body and mind ached, who was I? I couldn’t even answer that for myself. “Who am I? Where am I from?” I asked, pleading that an answer to my quandary could be given quickly. “We’re going to have to disappoint you, we don’t know who you are. You have no dental records, no hospital records, no fingerprints can be found anywhere. You are the epitome of Jane Doe.” I felt my heart sink as I sat upright in the hard. Her breasts pushed against her blouse and jacket, and her skirt clung to her thighs; her skirt had ridden up her legs and the darker welts of her control-top pantyhose peeked below the hem. Her nylons were expensive, and the sheer lycra-nylon shimmered in the bright lights of the railway carriage; Mike's cock pulsed as he stared at her legs.Michele Bouvier had her notebook computer open, just as she had on that fateful evening; but her mind was elsewhere. She hadn't realised the re-enactment. Brian rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She moved with him, her legs straddling his body. As she sat up he reached for her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples. Rachael shivered and moaned. Ride me he growled, as he slid her down his body. Feeling his cock begin to probe her, Rachael rose up to crouch over him. She grabbed his hard, fever-hot staff, lined him up with her wet, quivering opening, and began to lower herself onto him. Slowly she impaled herself, filling the deepest part.