Three Years. Team Option For Two More

"Where's the bathroom?" JaMalia asks herself as she gets up, grabs her padded girdle and skirt. "Ah. Here we go." Upon loosening the tuck tape from her lower back, she gently pulls it forward eventually freeing his now squeezed down to practically nothing penis which begins to refill. "This tape is shot." as he rips it from his lower abdomen and discards it in the waste basket beside the stool as he sits to pee.

After a thorough wiping of the lube from his ass, he stands and notices in the mirror that he could use a shave. The phrase, "Feminine appearance at all times" comes to mind. He opens the shower and finds one of Chrissy's lady razors and with some soft soap, he manages to remove the stubble but that messed up his make up. "Shit." After searching the vanity cabinet and drawers, he finds some of Chrissy's make up stash and uses some to try and repair the damage. "To think, I could have to do this for five years."

During the process, he noticed his cock became a full blown, raging, hard on. "Well, Ok. I'll take that relief!" He grabs it with his right hand and wanks while thinking about what could have been, had the date gone the way he envisioned. The culmination found Jamal spurting cum on the mirror, the sink, and the counter top where he left Chrissy's make up. "Take that, Bitch!"

He then finds his purse and reinstalls a new tuck tape, pulls up her padded girdle panty and steps into her skirt, struggling with but conquering the zipper.

On her way out, JaMalia once again is greeted by the smiling door man. "'Evening, Ma'am."