Their only requirement was total secrecy. Any violation was met with death. Harold went on to describe two examples of members who had attempted to le...ak their secrets and had met horrible deaths. “Even my telling you now puts you both under threat of death, as well as me and Marissa. You must never tell a soul even the name of the Society.” “You are both members?” I asked. He nodded.We assured them of our secrecy. We were scared but very excited and demanded to know more. The Society met in. She laid her right hand flat on Nina's belly, pressing in and moving it firmly in a circle to judge the tone of the abdominal muscles and the amount of extra fat. Again watching Nina for a reaction, she slid the hand down toward Nina's pubic area, passing it through her bush, then off to her thigh at the last moment, narrowly avoiding Nina's vulva. She crouched in front of Nina, running the hand along the inside of Nina's thigh, squeezing the muscle as she went, and ending on Nina's calf. Her. When he again stepped away I saw that he had apparently applied mascara and thick eyeliner to my eyes, making them look very deep now. I then saw him pull out some red looking powder and apply it to my cheekbones, making them very defined and feminine. Lastly he pulled out a tube of deep red lipstick, applying it to my lips and then adding on top of that a coat of sparkly lip gloss, making my lips look not only three times their size, but also very wet.Looking at his watch, the strange man. As I entered puberty, all I heard from other boys at school was how "Fine" my sister & mom were. Mom looked like a combination of Jacklyn Smith and Kay Parker, same hair style, dark brown-almost black, and a beautiful face & smile. Brittany looked kinda like Valerie Bertinelli, with fairly long dark brown hair, usually about halfway down her back in length.I didn't know it until I got older, but our mom stripped three, sometimes four nights per week as a second job, leaving Brittany and I.