.She checked her dramatic makeup in the full-length mirror, delightingat the way it mercilessly called attention to the true utility of herface: to co...nvey desire and to accept the acts of desire. The heavilyshadowed eyes framed by a glittering gilded mask obscenely topped by agroup of peacock feathers, the lightly rouged cheeks, the lips so fulland ready. It was a face that gave pleasure, that took pleasure fromgiving pleasure, the face of Mistresses' dancing girl. She would dance.She would. I heard my brother coaching me onward as the camera continued to work. "Oh yes, lovely, that's so pretty." I soaked in his appreciation."You know, this isn't fair," I whimpered, and clad only in my little white panties, I leaned forward and unbuttoned his shorts. Once they were open, they fell quickly down to his ankles, and his raging erection strained at the elastic waistband of his thin boxer shorts.I tugged those down, too, leaving him naked from the waist down, and then went back to posing. “Probably hospital minutes,” she answered with a wrinkle to her nose.I sat in the chair and in about fifteen minutes a nurse came in pushing a bed with Sasha in it. She was all covered up and had a hair net on and a face mask. The nurse told me to put on one of the masks in the dispenser.“Please put on a mask. Hospitals are where all the germs and infections are. Let’s not take any chances, OK?” She made sure that her expression told me it wasn’t an option.“OK. Can you tell me anything about. Veiled behind the paper, he waslooking sideways at her with a look of unadulterated pleasure. She couldsee the slight bulge twitching in his pants. She curtsied the pair ofthem and excused herself from the room. As she followed Rachel from theroom, she couldn't keep the smirk from her lips. After six months ofeffort, she was finally in.Michelle knocked gently before entering the Duchess' room. She wincedand stretched her arms over her head. Cleaning was tiring work. Her workhad begun almost.