“You have a very nice body. Would you like to do something for me?” I took a moment, but started to become intrigued, my cock instantly swelling...up with anticipation. “Lick your lips”, he said. “Lick them slowly and rub your crotch”. It didn’t take me long to get into character, so to speak. Within seconds, I was rubbing my crotch, licking my thick red lips, subtly moaning and whispering to him, “You like my body, huh? You want me to show you my cock? Huh?” He immediately told me to. I got to the appartment two hours early and got to work, first showering and then shaving my legs, ass, sack and cock. I then started on my make up, taking my time this time. I put on a black wig, my black Lingerie with the straps, fishnet tights and finished off with my dress and heels. Paula was ready for business. I have to say I actually looked good, not too much make up this time.I was dressed and ready a full fifteen minutes before Micheal arrived. He arrived on time, we chatted for a. "Ah... of course, Baroness." The smile I gave her was quite sincere, I'm certain, though the motivation behind it was weaker than Elvish beer."Good!" She smiled more, her lips filling out, the rouge in them returning. "I would certainly be pleased to hear whatever you are working on, good Sir."I shook my head, forcing the coy grin on my lips not to reveal the queasiness in my gut. "Ah, dear Baroness, it does the beauty of the song an injustice to permit it to be heard in its raw, imperfect. When the truck engine roared to life and he’d shifted into drive, Butch yelled at the house, ‘Faith, he’s not going to be here forever. You call me when you want me to come back. And, if you’re really nice to me, maybe I will. You can’t take care of this place by yourself!’ With a flip of his finger at Bill, he left. Faith was quietly laying out plates on the kitchen table when Bill returned — the blank expression hinted she was in a state of shock. The torn shirt fell open from time to time,.