Oh fuck."At that precise moment, all the televisions came once again to life. This time spouses were viewing spouses."Can you hear me in there, honey?... asked George staring at the monitor."I sure can, baby," answered Beverly."Are you alright?" I am fine, lover. In a minute, I am going to have to get naked in front of Mr. Adams here, but other than that my next little task this round is easy, just a little playing with myself. How about you?" You probably don't want to know, sugar," answered. "Hmm..." Leighton said. "Time to get pretty."James struggled as he felt a headband placed onto his head, but wasdistracted as he felt his fingers and toes being attacked, feeling thetoenails being shaped and painted as pressure was applied to hisfingers. He'd have been able to see what they were doing, but his facewas suddenly attacked by all manner of cosmetics as he felt sponges andbrushes on his cheeks, tweezers on his eyebrows, pencils on his eyes.Without warning, James was lifted up and. That sounded like something I could live with. “What am I supposed to do now?” “That’s not my concern, although knowing you as I do, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He gave me a small humorless grin, “You just obey the rules as I’ve told you and there shouldn’t be any problems.” “Can I die?” “It would be extremely difficult to kill you. If you somehow manage to get your head separated from your body or a nuclear bomb goes off there won’t be much we can do, but otherwise, you should be. Mohammed drove on for a few more minutes and pulled over in a lay by. He didn’t look nervous at all, seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. We all hoped out of the car, I walked off to the recycling bin and went behind for a piss. As I walked back mum and Mohammed were talking. Well did you see it I said to mum. No, he hasn’t shown me yet, she said smiling. Mohammed didn’t say anything, he started to un buckle his belt and un do his trousers. By the side of the car he dropped his trousers.