Then I put a shot across his bow, as they say in the movies.Then I put a shot across his bow, as they say in the movies. "There's more of me to cover with makeup now. I can continue without the mirror if you will help me. If it would please you," I said, turning the mirror face down. I didn't look up--I just waited for him to react. "Okay," he said. "May I take the wig off now?" "Okay." "Tell me if I miss anywhere." I put foundation over my entire scalp and followed it with the same pale makeup while he watched. Just a touch of the same blusher high up on my forehead. I could see his erection was still going strong, straining against his pants. Maybe stronger, it was hard to tell. "Would you put some more blusher on? This is new to me and I can't tell where it would look good. Maybe some on my temples or the top of my head?" I said. "If it would please you," I added. I knew it would. Another shot to take the wind out of his tops'l, me hearties. Arrrrh. When he had finished, I put the wig back on as if nothing had happened, but something had: he had to adjust himself inside his pants, and I knew I was touching some very sensitive nerves. |