It was a storyabout choosing the right makeup to suit one's complexion. Hesoon found himself wondering about his own complexion. When he tired of ...he magazine, he examined the otherarticles in the package. The first was a bottle of pills.Neither the pills nor the bottle were marked in any way andbefore he could stop himself he had dry swallowed two. The pillswere actually very small and white, like after dinner mints.After staring at the bottle for a second more, he dropped itback into the. I’d only been looking for a short time when I heard Steve grunt and then watched him slow down, it was obvious he’d shot his load, he pulled out and zipped up, pulled Mary’s panties and tights up and walked away.I hid behind the door as Steve walked down the corridor and then looked back in the room, there stood Mary breathless and hunched over. I walked in and said “You Ok Mary?” she muttered a reply and I said “You sticky” and she nodded. It was at that moment that I decided to lick Steve’s. ”“So, you going anywhere fun?”“Chicago,” she admitted. “Getting together with some girlfriends. Going to a Cubs game. See the sights.”“We usually go to a Cubs game every August. At least as soon as dad sells the cattle off.”“See,” she intoned. “Another lost week we have to make up for. Let’s get back to it.”My gorgeous taskmaster, or taskmistress, had me back on track in no time.“STRIIIIIIIIKE!”I had just watched strike three go by me. It wasn’t a strike by any measure, but it was called that. Gettingdressed was kind of erotic. This was totally fucked up. I looked in themirror and felt a little discontent with how I looked this time. Igrabbed a brush from the sink, rung out my hair, and started brushingit. As I put the brush away, I noticed a box of makeup sitting on themedicine cabinet. I hesitated for a second, then grabbed it. I openedthe box up."DUANE!" she yelled, while incessantly knocking at the door. "What's thematter? Come out!" Hold on just one second dear. Im just.