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  But she was going out to get laid tonight, and for Tess that required an almost gaudy mask of makeup. She wouldn't tell herself point blank that she was going to allow this acquaintance into her pants, but barring any serious faux pas on his part, the light was green and yellow was nowhere in sight.Tess had majored in psychology (for all that was worth), so she was self-aware enough to realize that this was a ritual for her. Nobody at the office had any clue that this graduate of Bishop Montgomery High School was a slut, due to her facade. The irony that she only revealed her true self under a mask of cosmetics was not lost on her. Nevertheless, Tess allowed herself to revel in it. Despite the need for selective deception, she was guilt-free about the fact that she'd surely rip this guy's cock out of his pants at some point in the night and stuff it in her mouth, if not elsewhere. As her mind wandered at the possibilities, she became extremely aroused.  She ran a thick streak of lipstick across her mouth with her right hand while her left hand crept beneath the seam of her panties. She drove her middle finger inside of her long enough to moisten it, then planted it square on her clit. She daydreamed about the evening's outcome of the guy's tall frame and big hands."Damn," Tess cursed under her breath. She put down the lipstick, walked to her bed, lay down and pulled out the vibrator stashed beneath it. She peeled off her suddenly used panties and nestled the buzzing toy on her erect nubbin. Tess smiled. Almost got the whole way though this time.
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