With the other, I carefully run the trimmer over her fleshy mons. Dark shavings fall onto her thighs and between her legs. I brush them away dutifully..., as I work, my fingers lingering longer perhaps than needs be. Stroke by stroke, she is slowly revealed to me. I see her brown skin peeking through, no longer hidden behind the luxuriant growth that kept her sex secret. I am delighted to find that her mons is plump and full. Her clit hangs between her parted labia like a strange fruit that I feel. I jokingly asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. “Husband?” She shook her head. “Men taking you out constantly?” She groaned while shaking her head. She didn’t like these questions. “No,” she said. “I am too old for another man.” She locked her mouth onto the cup of tea for a moment. I wanted to press the issue further, maybe even begin to make my move, as we were alone after hours again, but she wouldn’t even look at me. She immediately thought of some other question and. ” Oh my god, I couldn’t believe how much his commanding presence was turning me on. I looked pleadingly into his eyes and I felt my lips start to quiver. He smiled and me and asked me again, “Are you a horny little slut?” I nodded my head slowly and whispered, “yes sir.” Just as I heard the words that I had spoken, the elevator door opened and he pulled me through them. I was in a daze as he pulled me into a darken hallway that I had never seen before and pushed me up against the wall. . We'll put socks or something behind them, but theyshould give your breasts better shape."I put the falsies in, then wadded some rags Karen handed mebehind them. I must admit they did give a better shape to mybreasts.Then Karen fitted the wig I'd used before on me, showing me howit fitted and how the adhesive was to be used. Then she sat medown in the same chair to make me up. This time, however, sheinstructed me in everything."First, you must shape your eyebrows with eyebrow pencil. Can't Ipull.