Oh but those eyebrows! They've grown out a bit again already, haven't they? Make sureyou pluck them properly tomorrow morning, won't you?“”Yes, Ma...am.“”Hmmm, rouge is just about OK, but the lippy…“ she shook her head, ”… you have notdone very well at all: nothing like that luscious, exaggerated cupid's bow look I want.Still,“ she qualified, relenting slightly, ”you didn't have a lot of time, so I willexcuse it this once. But you need concentrate on getting that just right in future,don't. The rest of the day seemed to fly by while we made some decisions on who to invite to the roast and other little details.The next morning I woke up the same as every other morning Stacey's head between my legs and her tongue working its magic on my clit, when she noticed I was awake she looked into my eye's, "Good morning my little spit-roast" she said with a little laugh, "I can't wait until you poke me with something sharper then your tongue" was my reply having changed my morning answer. Two minutes later, I heard a tap on the door. I answered it and found Cliff and Derek smiling at the threshold. They were male escorts from the same service that gave us last night’s Lenore. Cliff was a strong, athletic African American and Derek was a shorter, but very handsome white guy. I quickly confirmed that they had already received all my instructions from the service. They hustled through the suite, out to the secluded patio deck. On that deck, was a luxurious hot tub built for six. I. Waves of previously unknown please well fromwithin my pelvis as the fake dick stimulates my g-spot. My little cockspurts out dribbling cum all over itself and dripping down onto my tinysack and the floor below.Cringing in shame from the humiliating way to orgasm, my already minisculepackage shrinks further. With shaking legs I am finally able to jump offthe trap to my freedom. I'm in such a sorry state, my legs are shakingand my asshole is on fire. I need to find some place to recover.My.