I was so mesmerized by the delicate smells, the feel of the soft brushes and pads and Lydia's fingers on my face, and the notion that I was getting to...tally made up that I really didn't pay attention to exactly what she was doing to me."OK, sis, now we're getting there. Lip liner isn't really necessary. All you need now is lipstick. C'mon, pucker up."I pursed my lips as she uncovered the lipstick, which was a deep, rich pink."Do you like the color, Jane?" Yes, Mistress." Good. Because your nail. “That might be a fun time” is what she said.Fast forward a month later and our families were together all staying in the same house, along with my in-laws (it was a huge cabin). We would be there for 5 days.When we first saw each other we gave a coy smile and a polite hug as we always do. There was so much sexual tension in the air I was afraid everyone else would notice. The long weekend began and my mind constantly raced as to when or if this was going to happen. I didn’t want to be too. At first he felt like a teenager watching a porn video, a little envious, wishful that he was the one doing the fucking, and then it dawned on him. She was a slut, and now his own bitch to do with as he damn well pleases. A moan escaped his lips causing Fix to glance over and see him cock in hand. No words were spoken, none were needed. Fix, pulled out of Constance's cunt and gestured for Stan to sit on the bed. "Yeah homeboy, let the bitch ride her masters cock and see how it feels".. He was going to fuck her again — twice in less than an hour. He paused, exited the bed and went to the bathroom, she heard him pissing. She heard him rummaging in the drawers again. He came out and went to her small kitchenette, returning with a small metal bowl. Wordlessly he lifted her to a near sitting position on the bed, shoved a towel under her rump and retrieved a safety razor and a can of shaving gel from the bathroom. He had warmed the can under the spigot, he began to lather her.