This was it, her coming out party, a sort of perverse debutante ball, one with neither the high society dignity or the inevitable rich-girl-marries-an...-never-has-to-work-again happy ending. The Master, hearing the stairs creak, came out to observe the spectacle unfold. Now she was descending, with smoky, heavily made up eyes, lashes lacquered in coat after coat of mascara, thick foundation and powder giving the illusion of a smooth, porcelain like complexion, and lips drawn and painted into a. ”His hands went behind her neck to undo the clasp of her halter top bikini. Her top flopped down to reveal two very aware mounds of soft flesh, and she arranged her hair and wiggled a little to tempt him. Then she arched her back and felt him enclose cold hands over her bare breasts. As a hot mouth enclosed her left nipple, his right hand traveled down her waist and began to work at the knot that held her bikini bottom together. She felt his defined muscles and lifted his face gently to press. The excitement of pretending to be a young robber lad and stealing kisses from delicate flowers of high society made her heart pound with a frenzy that imitated her reaction to Tom’s huge member buried to the hilt inside her bum. She remembered the first time he did that to her and she had begged him at first to “take it out” and then changed her mind and pleaded with him to leave it in a bit longer even after he had drained his last drop of manly essence into her still shaking torso.Now, she. She came screaming twice before he finished.[The First Tuesday]Donna pressed the button for the elevator, her stomach tight and queasy. She'd woke at five, put on a typical work outfit - an expensive cream colored skirt, burgundy blouse, necklace and jewelry - had a glass of orange juice and toast for breakfast, then driven to the hotel. The small Illinois town they lived in had only two hotels that rated 5 stars and Peter had taken a large corner suite in one of them. She had the entry card in.