An attractivehairstyle, I had to agree. I remembered women I had seen with a similarhairstyle. They looked nice; professional. But sometimes they c...uld looksexy. I guess it depended on the rest of their look.I took my brush, sat down at my wife's makeup table and decided to seewhat I could do to make my hair look more masculine. I tried to comb thebangs to one side; they were too short, it just didn't work. I triedcombing them back; it just looked goofy. The best I could do was get. She dropped her keys on the floor as casually as she could and then slowly turned her back to Mr Johnson, then she slowly bent at her waist and leant forward feeling her skirt riding up and the cool air hit her moist lips, she realised now just how much of her was being exposed, from his view he would be able to see her tight round bum poking out from the bottom of her skirt, she had her legs about a foot apart so he would be able to just see her tight little asshole and would most definitely. The three men were all dressed in the same sexy uniform, a shiny black tight rubber tunic revealing their hunky chests, the bottom halves were like bermuda shorts, with a pouch covering their equipment held up by metal poppers, their bulges looked enormous.They all made very appreciative comments about how I looked as I concentrated on there expanding shiny packets. “come and sit here” I was gently lowered into the fuck chair. It was a sort of cradle, my legs were strapped into padded supports. “Do you know what this is about?” she asked.I shook my head. “She said she thought you might be in trouble.”She laughed lightly. “Oh, Harold I suppose; he’s such a dear.”“Harold?”“The viscount,” she said. “Bainborough you know, Royal Navy, he has been most attentive.” She put fingers to her lips. “And just brimming with information.”The tea arrived, real tea, and she poured and gave me a cup on a saucer, both very thin and translucent china. I sipped and I suppose sniffed.She smiled again..