“Now sit on the bed while I do it” she said. I was thinking maybe lipstick would do the job but no, she did my eyes, some rouge on my cheeks and b...ight red lipstick. She had brought the packages with her. “Now you open them and get dressed darling and I will wait in the living room for you”. I opened the packages and laid everything on the bed. I was shaking as I put on the suspender belt and stockings. Then the body suit which left my entire crutch open front and back. I put on the shoes and. How may I aide toi, I mean help you,” she asked with a very concerned look upon her face.“That’s better! Now I need to speak with someone who can show me the underground reservoir, preferably someone who speaks English,” I demanded in a no-nonsense tone of voice.“Srieusement? I ... I don’t thought that they will take you down dere, dough! But, de person who need to be speaking to is Monsieur Montpetit. Him is de ‘ead of de Département des travaux publics, and him spoke English,” she said. I notice a rhythm in the movement of your fingers, more purposeful, the pressure more firm. It always amazes me to realise how much you understand my body and the way it responds.Clearly you are keen to get me to my destination in record time! That tiny area of my body, the side of my clit, seems to be connected directly to my brain. It happens all in a rush. My back arches. I twist my body towards you, writhing on the grass in a burst of pleasure. My cries don't scare off the skylarks. They've. "I dare because I must!" I replied, "You are wasting valuable assets and dulling the tools we must use to complete our work! It is my JOB to point this out to you! Besides, I would be unable to damage your opinion of me in any case..."The Decurion sat back in his chair, frowning. "I do things the way I do them for my own protection. I have seen too many well-intentioned individuals destroyed by the weight of the responsibility and the assault on their emotions. We are overworked, chronically --.