Then she’d dress up and waltz about our apartment, braless breasts swaying under satin tops, short skirts without panties, long legs in high heels. ...esigned to drive me wild, and to entice her dates to fuck her.Those men made fun of me, too. I would be on the couch watching TV when she brought them home. She’d tell them who I was, her tiny cocked cuckold, and they’d smile and laugh and take her in the bedroom. She’d leave the door open so I could hear them fucking. She wanted me to know what it. The giant metal figure towered over the room, his mammoth genitals sculpted lewdly; the statue seemed to radiate a strange, compelling power."You see? That is why mother is so insistent on the money. Things like this which are absolutely necessary to our proper worship are very expensive." It's... it's beautiful," Marion said, gazing at the huge statue, unable to tear her eyes away from it."There's more," he said and for a moment he disappeared into the folds of the heavy curtains. After a. She started pumping my hand and squeezing my head to her breast. “Suck it harder!” Amanda demanded. I did just that. Her pussy started leaking copious amounts of her juice. I wanted to taste it but that would have to wait. I was almost punching her pussy but she took it and never wavered. I felt her pussy start clutching my hand and the flood began. I released her tit and quickly buried my face in her oozing pussy. Amanda started face fucking me, grinding her pussy on my face as she grabbed. It was not the purpose of the makeover.Rori sized me up. She has a good eye for that. And then in looking through the racks of clothes she asked what I wanted to look like. I wasn't sure what image I wanted to portray so Rori suggested an evening gown and jacket in my favourite colour. She picked out a deep blue sheath dress with a matching jacket. Along with a bra and a pair of breast prosthetics, I was ready to change clothes. While I changed she found a pair of pumps with a two-inch heel for.