“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Lisa said with a little laugh. She was in her bedroom, almost completely naked, standing on a step stool and slightly bent over the side of the bed. Her arms were straight down on the covers, holding her up, and her head was turned back to her left as she tried to look down at her own bottom. Besides her string of pearls she wore only her panties, stretched between her ankles since her legs were slightly parted. Her red dress was lying on the floor to her left, laid out almost neatly.
On the floor to her right, Allison Taylor was on her knees looking up at Lisa’s rear end. Allison’s right hand was on Lisa’s right butt cheek, though it was unclear whether she was keeping Lisa still or keeping herself from falling forward. In her left hand was a red Sharpie “permanent” marker, with which she was putting the finishing touches on Lisa’s left cheek: