Herbody formed of all the curves that made a woman irresistible. The softsmooth skin came to a sudden halt at the neck, where an incongruous headof a ...an sat instead. That was about to change though.He grabbed the rubbery mass from the package and revealed it to be afull-head mask of a young woman, whose body he was no doubt wearing. Hestretched the neckhole of the mask and slipped the disguise on. As themask was filled with the man's face beneath it took shape and formed to aface of a pretty. I would have gasped or yelped or damn near pleaded for anal mercy had not Shoreman filled my mouth unexpectedly with a surprising huge wad of jizz...oh fuck.... it was dribbling down my chin...Tanner had my hips and eased me backwards...he was on a staff chair...my arse now impaled on his throbbing, thrusting, thrumming, ploughing; heated joy stick.I was yelping now. My arsehole buggered helpless. I was caught between the too good feeling and the expectation of being frickin sundered and. I mean unless you wantto masturbate. Do you want to play with your little buddy rather thanme? I've gotten where I love having your face between my legs, like mysecret lesbian lover."I blushed furiously as she spoke. We both knew that I occasionallymasturbated, especially when I would dress up, but neither of us hadspoken about it. It was embarrassing to admit to her that I wanted akey for that, but my wanting a key was more about control than sex. Weboth understood that with me locked up and. Like a lot of African girls, she was quite chunkily built, filling a pair of jeans very nicely. She was by no means, I had to admit, the prettiest girl in the shop, she looked rather sulky and preoccupied. But all these considerations were trivial compared with her tits. She was wearing a man’s rugby shirt of the traditional baggy variety. It was far, far too big for her and almost seemed to envelop her upper body except that it was relatively tight across the chest. She had tucked it into the.