House TrainingChapter 7
The next day I was dropped off back in the makeup room. With a sigh, I sat down in the makeup chair. At least it would be more pleasurable than the exercise room, I reasoned. The chair slid up to the bench but didn't do anything else. No anal probe, no sucking my penis. "Drat," I thought to myself. I had actually been looking forward to the warm pulsing around my genitals. I applied the makeup as instructed (wash, moisturize, foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, lip-liner,...