Than mascara, dark blueand finally just a touch of eyeliner to emphasize depth of my eyes.Than blush on my chicks and finally dark purple lipstick and... a bitdarker lip liner. Finally, I used eyebrow pencil to make my eyebrows abit darker.I looked myself in the mirror; this was by far the best make up I everdone. It was classy looking but in a way a bit bitchy as well. I lovedit. When I finished with my make up, it was time to finalize my hair.First I took off hair net and slowly one by one. " You wouldn't dare," she spluttered."I will tell you once more, and only once more. You are Akilah, a slave in my country, and are my property, and should address me as Master." I am not Akilah, I am nobody's property, and I am a citizen of Australia, and you can't..."Her protestations were cut off as she was pushed face down on to what she thought looked like a school gymnasium vaulting horse. Her wrists and ankles were securely fastened by padded cuffs to the sides of the horse leaving her. ” “Me?” “Of course, you! Tamara, admit it, you were jealous when you thought I slept with Kent. You were ready to kill me.” “So, maybe I was jealous. Maybe I do have feelings for Kent. I can’t stop thinking about him, even when I know I shouldn’t. It’s driving me crazy! I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Tamara admitted. “Tamara, you’re in love,” Billie explained. “Somehow during all your hot freaky sex, you fell for Kent. And he feels the same way. Go to him. Tell him how you feel.” Tamara. I like that, and I saw it in Jennifer’s eyes that morning. It doesn’t mean you’re any closer to enjoying her naked body, but you can see she’s getting a little thrill out of it.Then Jennifer got promoted and her replacement was a younger woman called Jo. She was about 25, straight from university and was in many ways Jennifer mark II. Average looking, quiet, serious but without even her mentor’s faint charisma. Jo had pale and rather grainy skin- not pockmarked, but she was never going to do.