This must be Steve. Alright, Evie. Time to roleplay your part and get some answers on how this game works.“It’s okay, you hit like a bitch,” I s...y jokingly and turn to view the group. There’s two girls beside him with skirts as short as mine, but their shirts are half-tucked in with their cleavage showing. One has emerald eyes and yellow curls that stop by her shoulders, the other has auburn eyes and black hair that flows down her back. This must be the cool crowd. Steve’s brown eyes settle on. Still slowly enveloping the hard cylinder and wanting her mouth to enjoy every inch of his cock, she lowered her face, feeling his shaft glide between her lips while her tongue caressed it. It was thick enough to spread her mouth wide and long enough that she still had some of its length that hadn’t passed between her lips when the hard tip pressed against the back of her throat. Nicky kept it there for a few seconds, reveling in the fabulous sensation of the head and shaft deep within her. At her urging Ifirst used a base, followed by eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, lipstickand rouge. I'd played around with cosmetics when I was dressing up forBiff and Brian, but Nikki clearly knew what she was doing, helping meto paint my face in a very professional and competent manner.At Brian and Biff's insistence I'd been growing my hair out, but it wastoo shaggy and no where near long enough for this masquerade, so Nikkisupplied me with a blonde wig that closely matched my hair color. . Hook repeated his earlier question, “Why are you here woman?” “Because I choose to be,” said Tink. Satisfied for now, Hook opened a drawer from beneath his bunk and gave Tink a Jar of ointment. “That must hurt,” he said nodding towards her groin. “Sit down,” he said, gesturing to his bunk, and use the ointment sparingly. Both nervous and confident at the same time, Tink sat upon the Captains bed and opened the jar. The ointment had a faint flowery smell. Hook crossed the room and returned with.