Now, we have about two hours to kill before your interview. How about I treat you to lunch? The crab cakes here are the best I have ever eaten."As soo... as she finished her lunch Joyce used the restroom to change into business attire for the upcoming interview. She looked very professional albeit a bit nervous as I dropped her off in front of the resort. I gave her my cell number so she could call me when the interview process was over with.I guess I have mentored at least a dozen young eager. I sat him down in my make up chair and did his face, I had bought somemakeup just for him, it was indelible makeup with no remover, the shopsaid it would last about six weeks, so I applied some foundation, someconcealer, very bright red eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner, falseeyelashes super glued on, thick black mascara then some very brightred lipstick. I brushed his hair and put it into a high ponytail,making sure I used a lot of strong hairspray on it. All the time Ikept teasing him, keeping. I kissed his mouth, playing with it, nipping lightly on his tender lips. I moved down, kissing his neck, biting gently at his skin. Moving down onto his hard muscled chest, kissing everywhere, I had the undesired need to let him take me, instead I carried on with the tease. I flicked his nipples lightly with my finger nails, seeing them harden. I started to lick down his body, down his centre line, between his muscles, down to his belly button. I then moved my tongue around it, licking slowly. “Well, because that very expensive dress looks so perfectly... white. And here I am, precariously holding a glass of Chianti in the back of a car on an uneven and treacherous piece of road. I mean, the slightest bump and, well... a red wine stain wouldn’t look good down the front of it at this moment, would it?” “You wouldn’t dare!” I spat. “Accidents happen, Faith. Now are you going to tell me what you are wearing under that dress?” Tom was now holding the glass perilously close to the.