Her mouth was wet and welcoming and we started to massage each others tongues. We got on our knees on the blanket and embraced breathing each other in... she moved her hand down and unbuttoned my shorts while I moved my hands along her admittingly large waist and worked my way up to cupping her breasts. Once I felt her hand brush through the lace of my panties and stroke my dripping wet cock I was in love. As we broke from our embrace we were greeted by two hard cocks. Peter and Dave had disrobed. Bruno caught sight of her half opened eyes and slowly exhaled. Rules or not, he wanted to fuck her. He reached for the button of his pants. Just then Sandy appeared at the doorway. She pointed to her watch, signaling him that he had taken too long, they had other guests waiting. Regaining control of himself, he nodded in acknowledgement. Soon he had completed her massage. Bruno’s eyes scanned up her body. She seemed asleep, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving with each breath. She became. What should I do now? How far could I push it? Would the magic wear off? Questions flew through my head as I studied the picture.I started to raise the height of the skirt again, and then painted it as though the remainder of a very short skirt had been hoisted up to her waist. I drew in a pair of high-cut and lacey black knickers and repainted her legs spread several inches further apart and incased in black stockings with a matching suspender belt. Having her legs apart meant that I could. The robots coated my shoulders next and then movedonto my neck. They then painted plastic all over my neck, leaving itrigid and immobile in the process. Mysterio chuckled to himself at thefact that I was now unable to move an inch. "Almost finished, my dear!Now, let's get rid of that pesky mask..." I panicked, I knew my faceunderneath was probably different, but I still didn't enjoy people takingit off! Mysterio reached around to the back of my mask and slowly removedit from my face. My hair.