.. an arm wrestling match. There’s probably a better analogy out there than that.Riley was eyeing me solemnly as I read the letter. Yes, it was seri...us. Yes, her father had been officially put on notice by the fucking HR department. But it was a crapola charge. Wouldn’t stand up for a minute once Cathal’s union rep learned of it.But I was pretty sure that wasn’t the only thing in the Conway household that wanted attention. The impression I was beginning to sense is that Cathal Conway is one. The foundation and powder she used gave her a suntanned color that alsohad a china doll matte look. Realizing that she needed a little coloron her cheeks, she applied her blush (its name was "Sun Kissed Pink").This she applied to the apples of her cheeks so that it looked like shehad just been in the sun.Next she worked on her eyes. With a pair of tweezers, she removed acouple of stray hairs from her brows. Taking the wand from her mascara,she applied a coat to each set of lashes; first the. Sticking out was a lurid pink dildo which she was using all her muscle control to hold in. It was too large to fit inside her fully and now was shining with her juices. Rob and Becky stared wide eyed! Both suddenly flushed and breathing hard.“Well, can I hypnotise you both? I will be very grateful,” she teased.They both swallowed and nodded.“You have to each say ‘I agree to be hypnotised’ please”Swallowing again they each repeated the phrase, too lost in looking at her pussy to really register. I got back in the car after loading her luggage and watched as Ami got in the back seat. Those long legs slightly separated and I caught a brief glimpse of her red panties in the rearview mirror. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I knew I had been caught looking but Ami didn’t seem to mind. We lived about 30 minutes away and Linda and Ami were chatting up a storm. Every now and then I glimpsed in the mirror. Our eyes would connect and she gave me that sexy smile and a view of her panties. My.