He'll do your hair and makeup." Isn't that short notice?" Tell him it's for Kent Frazier." Shay kept forgetting how many doors a name could open. Coll...ecting her packages Shay went home and waited for Kent. The day before she'd tried the naked welcome surprise and got a surprise of her own. Today she had something different planned.Shay heard the door open just after 4."Shay, it's me Kent." Good. Shay walked out of the bedroom and leaned against the wall at the entrance to the living room. When. You were always a bit lanky, bony, not precisely masculine in the traditional sense, but you were rail-thin now (though, ironically, you’ve never been stronger). You can practically see your bones any given place on your body, though you enjoy the outfit you chose that first night too much to just eschew clothes altogether. Your teeth are surprisingly clean, but gleam metallic, not passable for a moment as anything but the finely-sharpened knives they are instead of a human smile. Though you. ‘I’ll email you a list of what I’m likely to want over the next couple of years. I can always set up some poly tunnels in the grounds if you can help with care. I tend to be away about one week in four.’ Reluctantly it seemed, Sam agreed. I gave her my card then taking it back I wrote on the reverse my personal mobile phone number. ‘Please call me – anytime.’ I literally meant anytime too. I would have dropped everything for either of these women if I had met them socially, but seeing them. Next, Mommy led me over to a seat bench to do my nails. She started withmy toenails which had to dry before she put me into pantyhose. Sheapplied a coat of shiny plum nail polish to my toenails. While theywere drying, Mommy proceeded to glue pointy tips on each fingernail.Once the nail glue was dried, she polished my long feminine fingernailsthe same color as my toenails.As my fingernails were drying, Mommy had me stand as she dressed me inpantyhose. But, not just any pantyhose. These.