He likes to be dramatic about it, using ivory vellum cards and a fountain pen, as if writing invitations to a wedding instead of commands for me. I wa... glad to read the enclosed message, his only requirements were for me to put on whatever was in the box and be ready to leave in an hour. I already knew I was required to take a bath first. Showers were not permitted. I also knew that whatever was in the box was all I was to wear, period. If it enclosed a coat, then that was all I could wear. A. Next I felt him doing something to my eyelashes and then doing something very close to my eyeballs. When he again stepped away I saw that he had apparently applied mascara and thick eyeliner to my eyes, making them look very deep now. I then saw him pull out some red looking powder and apply it to my cheekbones, making them very defined and feminine. Lastly he pulled out a tube of deep red lipstick, applying it to my lips and then adding on top of that a coat of sparkly lip gloss, making my. It was a sight burned into my memory, because she never looked sexier. She stood up to glance at Roger’s handwork in bathroom mirror and said, “wow, that’s a lot of cum, Roger, very impressive. Now, I need two things...first a towel, and then a hard cock buried deep in my pussy.” Wow...who was this woman, and what’d she do with my shy, innocent wife!?!? Her level of wantonness had hit an amazing level. I responded by saying, “you can have that towel AFTER I bury my cock inside you, and then add. This gave me a reason to get naked, jerk off and then get into the shower. I had not had a good orgasm since splitting from my girlfriend and fantasizing about Carmen had come back much stronger and the rest was to be unsaid. Lying on the bed, in the middle of the most joyous stroking; I realized that the bedroom door was opening little by little. O’ shit!! Why did I not bolt it from inside? Carmen was inside once again. I was totally ashamed for being caught naked and masturbating. My fist.