“There isn’t much we can do with your hair,” the crewwoman said, “at least not until it grows longer.” She then used a hair dryer to comb and style it. “You will have to do this on your own from now on,” she said firmly as she finished with my hair. “You will also have to do your own makeup, so you might as well start practicing.” It was a little late to try to back out, so I took a deep breath and said, “What do I do?” “First you put indian on your cruise panties,” she said firmly, “then you sit over at the makeup table.” The cruise panties were almost like the regular panties except they were a little shinier and a LOT tighter. In addition, there was no shaping pad, so my folded over prick and pushed back balls looked like a really weird camel toe. Once I was at the makeup table, the crewwoman showed me how to use the eyebrow pencil to fill in and shape my eyebrows, and how to use the mascara and eyeliner. She wanted me to create a blue smokey effect with the eye shadow, but I think I put things on too thick and ended up with big blue circles around my eyes. “Don’t worry,” she said, “it will get better as you practice.” She then wiped everything off with makeup remover and put things on correctly. “I will do you for tonight because it is so important,” she said, “but from now on, you are on your own.” I murmured “Thank you,” and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes– actually my whole face– Hardcore looked terrific. My eyes were a very light shadow blue and my lips were a bright red with a slightly darker lip liner. “Be careful with the mascara,” the crewwoman warned. “It isn’t the permanent type and will run if it gets wet.” She chuckled and said, “Our Queen wants to see when you are crying from the pain or humiliation.” “I don’t think I want to go through with this,” I said softly. “Aren’t you a little late to be backing out?” a familiar voice said from the doorway to the room. Queen Teen stepped into the stateroom and walked over to stand in front of me. She, too, like all of the crewwomen, was now totally naked. She had a beautiful body with full, but pert breasts and a carefully trimmed triangle of tightly-curled black hair between her legs. Her nipples and areola were somehow even darker than her already black skin. “Charlene,” she said carefully, “if you truly want to leave, I will have the tender lowered and take you back to the mainland. I looked down at the dildo, just laying there, still with my juices on it, and my pussy twinged. He pitched the whole idea, inspired by how I made his newest commentator perform on stage. Lisa continued to lay on top of me for over half an hour. Stan looked down at her and he leaned in and kissed her passionately again. She shudders in disgust. I must admit that I was nervous as the taxi drove me to the club; nervous and apprehensive. After taking a deep breath she entered the kitchen. After two hours she had done 15 cycles and the dildo was almost clean as her master returned. I couldn't act like I was slowing us down or Rithi would think I was trying to stall my payment. “Yes,” I squeaked, this nervous twist rippling Hardcore through my stomach at Daddy's touch. "Oh my god" Natalie said while crying in pain and let out continuing cries as Jeremy began to pump her tight asshole. “Come on, Dave. I bobbed my head as I ran my fingers up and down my pussy. “Here it comes,” I groaned as I held onto my wife’s hips. Newlyn continued this way for a few minutes until he could not hold himself back any further and made a final push only slightly deeper then previously and unloaded himself. “Then you can get them” said John. Jeff’s heart was pounding inside indian his chest and he hoped none of the nervousness he felt inside had shown in his voice. He and Lucy were done well before 11:00 and Lucy rushed upstairs to help me with my clothes. "I'm glad mom's not here, she would have a fit." It was a giant worm or snake or something. She watched as her stomach continued to expand more and more and waited nervously for the pain to begin. Let’s go down to my place in the Village and—“