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Jim, I need to you to sit still, OK? Mrs. Anderson was very clear about this: I am to make you look totally adorable for your great evening.
Jim, no, I mean Jennifer, I am to call you Jennifer, darling, how silly of me!
Jennifer, I think you look absolutely dashing already, and if I had been anywhere near straight, I would have kidnapped you and dragged you all the way to Barbados to have you all for myself.
No, don't look alarmed. I am totally harmless. Your bridegroom to be, however, he is absolutely yummy!
Now, Denise have done a good job on your makeup, darling, and believe me, I am the best on hair this side of the city. I will make you look like a princess. A few stripes, a lot of volume, well, you know what's hot these days.
You don't? Oh, forgive me! I constantly forget that you were a boy just yesterday. Do you miss your dick, baby? I would have. I know I would have! But you will get more than enough of that from your husband, dear.
You don't want to be married?
Oh dear, I am afraid it is far too late for that. Mrs. Anderson always gets her will.
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What did you do to piss her off, anyway? Her last servant tried to sell her silverware, and he -- ah, she -- is married to a naval officer now. Did you do something like that, gorgeous? Yeah, I thought so.
This one is for vampyro. Click on images to enlarge!