Another was painting his face.Mistress Satin looked at him and at her watch, clicking her heels impatiently. "I want her done and ready in eleven minu...es, you sluts."Magenta sat back, and complacently drank her wine. Sissybaby still wept. Nurse smiled. Now that useless sissy was back, she could do her stuff. Gently, with a paintbrush, she coated John Phillips in white base, and covered it after with garish make up. The eyeliner was fat and thick, the rouge brilliant pink. The lipstick, that he. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing. Manya shifted herself onto her back and. "Shirley keyed the mike, "Charlie, this is Shirley. All is well." Does that mean that I can come?" Yes, it does. However, you have to be careful. We have seen some looters. Here's Jack to talk to you." Jack, it will be good to hear another voice even though Shirley's is beautiful. Go ahead."I took the mike and pressed the contact. "Charlie, I'm Jack. I agree. I would rather listen to Shirley than me, too."We have traveled to Atlanta and back. We have found looters, though very few. However,. “It’s ok Charles, I need to get her upstairs to continue” I can not look Charles in the eye as Sir helps me out of the car. He’s practically giggling like a school girl at my reaction. I however do not find it amusing at all. As the elevator door closes he pushes me against the wall, opens the coat, grabs my throat and shoves his fingers in me hard, thumb on my clit, lips on my chest, as he pushes the cup of my bra out of his way, latching on to my nipple. He pulls his mouth away, looks me in.