I'd been teased into sexual ecstasy, and I was ready to do just about anything. I squeaked out a yes. After all, we'd already kissed, what else could ...here be? She had me undress, now, much to my disappointment, but it did not last that long, as she quickly showed me what I was going to be wearing. She decided I needed my makeup fixed up; it hadn't been that good to begin with. I sat at her dresser as she removed my previous effort, and let her do her magic on me. She applied beige. Her hair was auburn and it almost looked like a wig. She was about 5'-8" and wearing tight clothing which showed all her fat and lumps. Over all not attractive at all to me. She struck up a conversation with me. The room was really crowded so we had a long wait. Our conversation was all over the place she just seemed like she needed someone to talk to. She seemed pretty smart and was funny too. I was actually enjoying our talk so when she got called for her appointment I thought we were done. That’s much better. A slave-slut has little use of clothes. However when we are finished, I may give you something to sleep in ... if I think you deserve it.She stood before him completely naked and exposed to his critical eye, and she fidgeted a bit as he surveyed her form. He was silent as he looked her over, studying her, and stroking his chin. She waited wondering what he thought and what that would mean to her. Maybe he doesn’t like me after all? Maybe if I don’t measure up, he will let me. I had a pair of AA-10 combat shotguns and a couple cases of real expensive shells--rockets, really. One case held high-explosives while the other held armor-piercing incendiary rounds. The day I buried my dad I promised never to be unarmed on the water again.We fished the shrimp beds right up until the last day of the season. The restaurants about bought us out of house and home. After the season they couldn't advertise 'live shrimp' as they'd be back to selling from frozen stock. The locals.