The same could not, however, besaid of my eyebrows! They had been thinned and plucked into a moreelegant, feminine line. Whilst not extreme, they were... clearly not aman's brows. Also, my ears were adorned with little diamond studs wheremy ears had been pierced. I knew that nowadays some men wore earrings,but not in my line of business! Finally my fingernails, whilst nowdevoid of polish, were longer and much better groomed than wasconventional for most men.I returned to the bedroom. Sally must. She asked me to undress too. I blushed a little when she told my how beautiful she thinks I am. I have to admit I felt a little rush of wetness between my legs. Now here I was, her lube dripping over my tongue as I poked my way in between her labia, the dark red inside her peeking out at me between the fleshy petals of her puss."I like a couple fingers inside," she whispered as she smoothed my hair away from my face. She liked to watch me as my tongue darted around her body. I licked downward. It has to be the curse. It fitsperfectly," Richard explained."Perfectly? What was the wording again?" To be the model for my fetish or so and ..." And?" Amanda urged after Richard had fallen silent."To ... uhm ... give birth to my perverted ideas. Apparently, the curseis quite literal."Amanda gave him a doubtful look. "Literal like ... ?" You remember my daydreams?" Your usual spacing out? How could I not?" Well, this morning when I saw this body I thought it was perfect for abikini." He pulled. "If she's not around I'll tell her later, and she'll make notes. It can be awfully helpful."Later on I looked it up. The idea was apparently devised by James Farley, who was President Franklin Roosevelt's campaign manager back in the 1930s. People used to be terribly impressed at the President's apparent prodigious memory of long-ago meetings, not knowing Roosevelt had been briefed ahead of time from Farley's detailed files."OK," Marilyn was saying, "you met him twice last year during.