I then pulled the silkie shell over my head and reached for the white pencil skirt, which was high-waist/at-the-knee length, and pulled it on over my ...mooth legs and up to my waist and tucked the shell in. Next I pulled on my open toe tan slingback heels from Anne Klein. They were quite conservative and thought they would contrast the tightness of the skirt. I looked in the mirror, and fixed my shoulder length bob, sprayed myself with a little Estee Lauder perfume, pulled on the matching suit. Then, we decamped to the kitchen, as mum needed grandma's vanity herself. The other thing Juliette did know was nails! I sat impatiently as she carefully applied the false nails, trimmed them and painted them a muted pink. Then I saw a light go on in her head and I was soon stripped of my hose and my toenails were being painted, I didn't dare comment, I was after all in her hands. Soon however I was re dressed and my Gaby costume was in place.We went into the lounge where everyone else was now. Boss: kitne bade hai tumhaare boobs…tumhaara pati mast maalish karta hoga. (Your boobs are so huge…your husband must massage them well)Anjali: maalish karne se size nahi badtha…agar aisa hota toh duniya mai saari aurato ke breasts bade hote. (Massage doesn’t increase the size. If it was thus, then the women worldwide would have huge breasts)Boss munched her lips and squeezed her breasts simultaneously. The muffled sounds of their wet kissing was making him rock hard. Anjali felt the hardened. Granted, under most circumstances, the brunette might have been considered the prettier one, but Louie had chosen the blond first on purpose.'Let the other one be jealous as I fawn over her friend, ignoring her the entire time. It will only prove to my advantage.' Louie thought."And what is your name beautiful?" Louie asked the blond one."Karen. What's yours?" She asked."Louie. Tell me about yourself, Karen." Louie said, leaning forward until they were bare inches from each other looking deeply.