She swept the hat off her head with a cascade of black curls to match his own. ‘Were you seen coming here?’ she demanded immediately. ‘And may...I say how pleasant it is to see you also, Madame de la Corte,’ the swordsman responded with exaggerated charm. ‘Of course I was, I have a talent for dramatic entrances.’ ‘Good afternoon, M’sieur d’Audierne,’ murmured a passing barmaid, running her hand lightly along his arm as she went by. ‘The wench knows you?’ asked Mme de la Corte incredulously. . "You --" Oh, goddesses, yes!" Artemis purred. She unzipped her slacks, theircrotch already dimpled with feminine dew, and reached in, gentlystroking her Venus mound's inner vaginal lips. "I'm not wearingpanties," she cooed. "They'd just get in the way of things." Artemisclosed her eyes, savoring the exquisite sensation emanating frombetween her legs. Moments later, she quaked, then sighed. "That hit thespot," she said, withdrawing her hands. They were slathered in a clear,jelly-like. I looked at the note to see what sort of makeup or accessories were required, and that confirmed the secretary look. A pair of black rimmed glasses, with plain glass lenses, sat next to some pink lip gloss and a subtle metallic looking eye shadow. With the permanent makeup as a base, it took no time to add the final touches, and then I was done. Checking myself in the mirror I was amazed by how a simple pair of glasses really made the secretary look complete. The tightness of the clothing gave. ’Mum’, had always poked her nose in and Maegan had become quite used to her none too veiled criticisms of her less-than-perfect housekeeping but on that particular day she pushed further by saying as she passed through the lounge, “Oh Maegan dear, this shelf is filthy!” Almost anyone else would have responded that the blooming shelf was almost spotless or countered that it was as good as she could do given the busy career she had to get on with. Maegan didn’t however, and just went to the.