This was Albert's favorite lounging place.However, the morning of the appointment, the young man had established himself in the small salon down-stair...s. There, on a table, surrounded at some distance by a large and luxurious divan, every species of tobacco known, --from the yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai, and so on along the scale from Maryland and Porto-Rico, to Latakia, --was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware of which the Dutch are so fond; beside them, in boxes of. He would run his finger over her clit and it would pop back harder. He slid two finger into her as he lapped her erect clit. His shots had gone to his head, but he was determined. He slit three fingers in and spread them as wide as they could go. She gasped and started to cum as he held her clit hostage between his teeth while his toungue flicked back and forth. "I'm fucking cumming!!" She shouted over the chatter and the boys encouragement. She started bucking and his fingers slid all the way. "He put on the outfit and had to admit that it showed him off well.Except that wasn't something he wanted. With a sigh he sat down at themake-up table and put on a big paper bib to keep his top clean. Shehad taught him to do that when she started him applying his own blushand adding a light dusting of powder. She had also gotten him to watchher do her own make-up so he would know how it was done. Now he wentto work with the cosmetics, remembering everything he had recentlylearned. There. Driving her legs apart with his knee, he rubbed her wet slit with his thigh as he towered over her. Drawing closer, he could feel her whole body shiver against his to his delight. His fingers found her clit and rolled it as he whispered barely a hair's breadth above her lips, no distance at all but one she dared not cross before him despite her whole being needing to, "You'd like that though, wouldn't you, you dirty little girl. I know my kitten all too well, and the redder you blush the harder.