We always think I am better than other women. It helps and motivates women to compete to get Mr. Perfect.We women are always apprehensive about our ow...n make up, so we women are running to beauty parlors, there we get satisfaction that someone who is specialized in this is beautifying my body, making me perfect. Now my lover will pay more attention to me. Women love their body decorators. When body decorator is her own son, it really made women ecstatic.Then my son laid me on bed and applied. At one point Tony had one of my tits out and was trying to lick my nipple. By now I was feeling very horny, we had some more drinks at the bar and then Colin suggested we carry on the party in our room so we all went up to the room. They were rubbing my ass and kissing me all the way to the room. When we got in I suggested that I change into something more sexy and went into the bathroom. I changed into a crotch less all in one leather halter neck play suit and hold ups and boots. When I came. I talked him though the process and as I pretended to have my eyes closed but watched his face as he massaged my body. At first he was frowning but as he saw the sexual energy he was creating, his eyes were wide and opened. He massaged my cock and testicles and then massaged my prostate. I moaned and took deep breaths to move the energy. I had to cut the session short as having this hot beautiful straight man touching and massaging me in a sexual way, otherwise I would have exploded and I. "Please," she said, linking her fingers behind my neck. "Before you go away. Do it. Take me." Stop it, Ivy," I whispered, trying to pull her arms off without rubbing my body against hers. I failed and felt myself aroused, the last thing I wanted."Snyder!" came a cry from the front of the house followed by a banging, like someone hitting the heavy door with a hammer. "Open up in the King's name." Three more blows struck the door, and a Redcoat carrying a musket with a fixed bayonet quietly.