Finally, my eyelashes were given what seemed like seventeencoats of mascara.Back at home, Mistress helped me into my clothes. I wasdressed in undergar...ents that I'm sure were much moreappropriate to the modern era-a longline bra with breastforms, pink panties (Mistress said they matched the dress)and white shimmer pantyhose. A pair of high heel sandalswith an open back in white were the final touch to theensemble. With the dress and hoop skirt on, I feltextremely cumbersome and Mistress had to. Her oral on me lasted at least twenty minutes and was some of the best head I’ve ever had. She got me close to ejaculation, back off then went ever further, at one point moving a finger near my asshole just to tease me. When she knew I was close she tells me that she’d rather have me cum while I fuck her rather than shooting a load at the pool of respect for the owners. What a nice girl;)We each gather our clothes, put on our flip-flops and walk naked up the path, me following her, trying not. Did I miss anything?" Spencer hesitated for a moment. She knew most people had a rather negative image of Allison so why make a fuss since nothing has happened so far anyway. Something her grandma used to say suddenly crossed her mind: 'Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.' Taking that advice more than once she got off the counter making a dismissive gesture. "No no, I'm fine really... just a bit anxious about the game...that's all." A little white lie. So what? "Alright then, see. At least they appeared to be without the assistance of my old guy vision aids. When he turned back to me fumbling with the pack, I said, “Are those gold coins?” He laughingly responded, “No they aren’t gold coins. They’re tokens for the private viewing booths.” “Private Viewing Booths?” I quietly exclaimed. He said, “Yeah. They have TV screens so you can watch movies in private.” I said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I know what they are. But as many times as we’ve been in here, I didn’t know you had any.”.