She carried the filled glasses back to the unsuspecting art critic and handed him one. She was aware of his hot eyes locked hungrily on her, and she g...anced every now and then at the front of his pants. She could see his long, erected cock pulsing there, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly, and her wetly throbbing cunt began to flow faster with increased anticipation. The second drink disappeared even more rapidly than the first, as she knew it. “Ok then,” he responded. He mobile went silent for few moments and then suddenly his screen lit up. It was Patty sat up on the bed in the baby doll nightie that he purchased earlier that day. He smiled and gave a wolf whistle as she raised her knees and opened her thighs letting him see her panty clad crotch, then suddenly he froze on the spot. Patty could not have been taking the live video that he was seeing. “Who....who ...... who is taking the video? He asked. The screen went blank and. She made me go take a shower and shave. When I came out, she had me go to her room and sit in just my boxers at her makeup table."David, I need to do your hair and makeup."I decided to be a good sport."Do what you must."Tracy got excited and called her Mom."He said he would do it. Come get him ready while I change."Mary came up to Tracy's room and gave me a funny look."You're sure?" I trust you guys. Do your worst."She just shrugged and started applying makeup. She gave me a cleft chin and more. Bread. Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts. Unhappy ones. Of course they’re pale. Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’s not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two dozen or so colleges that made up the famous University of Oxford, its streets were full of.