The man wandered around behind Brie and hoisted her up by the arms, trying not to smear her chest makeup in the process. Once her butt was off the seat, the woman grabbed the waist of the romper and shucked it down to Brie’s knees in one swift motion, exposing her bottom and vagina to the room. Brie’s eyes snapped open and she gasped, jolted back to reality, as the raw air of the makeup room rushed over her moist, naked body. Her head wheeled around, taking in the oral details, trying to decode the situation, but she was barely coherent. The man dropped her bare butt down onto the cold, wet chair seat and again her brain fought for more lucidity. He produced again, the small box of swatches, but instead of pulling out round circles, he instead pulled out single strips, about the size of a Band-Aid. He kneeled down next to her and leaned in toward her mound. Brie became deep red as she felt the man’s proximity to her most private area. But she did not protest. Somewhere deep inside of her, she was enjoying the attention. One by one, the man held each swatch up to her vulva until he found the closest match. “Looks like we’re going redder down here.” Then, just as he had done with the nipple pasties, he smeared an adhesive onto the swatch and pressed it against Brie’s slit. The swatch was barely wide enough to cover the distance between the peaks of her labia. Real flesh from her puffy pussy lips was exposed on either side, and the strip was only long enough to cover the gash of her vulva; it didn’t even reach back to her butt. Brie couldn’t believe the swimming suit was legal, but somewhere in her delirious mind, she supposed teen that it covered up anything that needed covering; just nothing more. It was the next generation of the tiny thong bikini. The swatch, of course, didn’t stay in place for long, and slipped onto the floor. Brie had produced couple far too much liquid for the adhesive to stick. The man scoffed in annoyance, cleaned the fabric, and dried it against his pants. “It won’t go on if the surface is wet,” he romantic explained, “but once we do get it on, nothing but the solvent will wash it off.” He looked to the blonde. “Hand me that face towel.” He took it and buffed Brie’s overflowing chalice dry. She groaned aloud as he dragged the soft towel up between her pussy lips and over her swollen, hot clitoris. The feeling of having someone else getting up into her breach rocked her world, and she shuddered and bucked against his ministrations, moaning pornographically. The man grabbed her around one thigh to stabilize himself and tried again to apply the bandage to Brie’s crevice. This time he was successful in getting it to stick, but Brie had other plans. Delirious with the need for orgasm, Brie slapped his hand away and babe peeled the top of the fabric strip back. He recoiled onto the balls of his feet and watched her snake a finger underneath and begin to luridly swirl it around her clit in earnest. Becky then cupped Amy’s chin, lifting it oral so that her lips could gain access to Amy’s. Their lips were couple moist and soft and at first teen their kiss was chaste. I drew in a deep breath. “I’ll bet.” I want those gorgeous pantyhose on the whole time.” Lori continued to fellate him slowly. She decided to test him further. I looked up at her again and she was still looking at me, smiling. I undressed myself in the middle of the living room. Quickly mom replied “thank you for what you did earlier. That disgusting Billy stared at me with such a grin on his face as he fucked his sister. She babe knew inside, that this was romantic wrong, he was her boss, and now she had this secret of his that she had to keep. Lilith said again, fighting through Ishtar's restraints and speaking out from within the statue.