My Mistress told me to make my way to thedoor of the Beauty Salon and wait for her there. From the boot Madamewithdrew a large Leather tote bag and me... me at the door. "Madame, MayI inquire what is in that bag?" "Denise, this is part of my surprisefor you but it contains our special outfits for this evening and I knowyou will adore the outfit I chose for you." "I brought it at Harrod'slast weekend while you were having your roots blonded by that very niceyoung man Clive."Oh yes, I well. Two tugs at his T-shirt had him standing naked, his prick jutting out like a javelin. He looked over to see Dena slip off her underpants, and then straighten up to reach with one hand behind her back to undo the catch of her bra. As it slipped off her shoulders, he was dumbfounded at her beauty. No long-legged blonde could ever hold a candle to this. His gaze wandered up her sleek calves, past her dimpled knees to her round thighs, the curve of her ass. I like real stories." No, really," he said. "There's a lot of that, that's for sure, but there are some real stories, too, good ones." Fancy that," I said, having no faith whatsoever in his literary taste. But what the hell, we were actually having a conversation, right? I was getting downright mellow. "Why don't you print me up one, then? I wouldn't mind taking a look." He said, OK, he would, and shut up. I went back to hairy old Scotland in the 1440s and forgot all about it.The next day he. Instead he went to the commode andgingerly squirted it up his ass. That odious task completed heunwrapped the tampon and inserted it. Tugging on the white sting tomake sure it was seated properly against his anus he got up and washedhis hands. Carol did not like the feeling of having a tampon up hisbutt. It seemed to make him walk with a definite girlie wiggle. After his bath Ezzy helped him apply his make up and dress. She handedhim his nude hose with a floral lace welt that he attached to.