“Ladies, This is Mrs Dawn Thyme – genuinely her name, I assure you – and she represents Allure Beauty. She is a professional beautician, and I h...ve engaged her to apply her talents to every lady in this household, prior to our appointment on Saturday: hair, faces, and hands. I want my girls to be at their best; and to my astonishment she tells me she can make improvements to my face as well – probably make me look like a clown!”His joke allowed everyone to laugh while Dawn cast her gaze over. “So why come now?”Clarissa smiled, “Because you aren’t going to run! I know you well, Petrovich! You planned to walk because you’re nervous, and you don’t want to run because you don’t want to expend too much energy today.”“Did you install some kind of mind-reading device into my head while I was sleeping?”“It comes with the engagement ring you gave me!” she teased.She slipped the small ‘promise’ ring I’d given her, which she wore on a chain, from inside her blouse so I could see it, then. . I gave Steve an interestedsmile. "What is this?" It looks like a normal night club from the outside.. But they do themenights. I know you don't love the clubbing scene, so I thought a niceplace for dinner, and some nice slow dancing would be a great start."I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah, that sounds nice." Slow dancing wasmy way to actually dance with him and feel close. Clubbing had itsplace, but fast dancing tended to wear him out quickly, and there was alack of intimacy while doing. The point seemed to be cutting into her, slicing as if taking off her nipple. He hadn’t pierced her skin, but the threat and implication was more than enough to sharpen her mind to the predicament she was in.His cock was still out from his coveralls, lying on her naked stomach. Looking at it over her nose, Anne saw a drip of his piss leave the slit to fall on her skin. He noticed her staring and growled at her; do you want it cunt? She shook her head, too frightened to answer him.Bill yelled at.