“Surely I won’t have to look like that for the rest of my time here.” The rest of the guys were not so successful at applying the make-up to the...selves, and their faces looked quite grotesque.“Use the facial wipes to clean your faces, girls, and start again,” instructed Miss Abigail. “You will continue to do it over again until you get it right.”Eventually, they had all applied their make-up to a reasonable standard. “It’s time for your lunch break, girls, and it will be a liquid lunch,”. I went in the larger “handicapped” booth, so designated only because you can turn around a wheel chair if needed. I dropped my shorts and pulled my tee-shirt over my head while I searched for something hot and gay among the video selections. Soon a 50ish Hispanic entered and began stroking my meat. Not meeting any resistance he open the front of his own shorts, but I was way ahead of him. I whipped off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts to offer him my fully naked body.We made out and rubbed. You’re right!” Jordan grudgingly confessed, biting his lower lip as he felt more of that dildo shoving itself up his booty.“Yes ... Mistress!” Wendy insisted, slapping his cheeks and thrusting roughly to assert her rights.“Yes ... Mistress!” Jordan yielded, not seeing an alternative ... the now independent State of Arizona had duly convicted him and taken away his former liberty.“That’s better!” Wendy shouted as she toyed with his balls a little to torment him while pegging him, “I would try. Her hands caress my sides then she pulls back and finds my boobs. Her fingers play all over them through my shirt. My nipples stand up, and she finds them, stroking them. "Ah yessss," I hiss.She leans back and lifts the hem of my shirt, up and off of me. "Ohhh, your boobs are beautiful," she says. "I'm going to love them."Her fingers wander lazily over my boobs, avoiding my nipples. I look down and see her teasing me, making my nipples harden without even touching them. I moan and look up into.