Who knows?“You are curious about the note, lil' lady?”“Yes, I am. May I be so bold as to ask?”“Well. It's up to Erik to decide whether or no... to let you know.”I look around, but I don’t see him. Now I am getting nervous. Very nervous. But the fingers between my legs are causing me to think about more and more inappropriate things that could be written on that note. I feel my juices run down my pussy to my cute little anus. What is on that note? What had he written? Was it about me, was it?Maybe. ”“How about, yes I’ll do it?” Keith replied.Aja smiled. “Yes, I’ll do it.”“Great. We rehearse tomorrow morning at ten. We have facilities at Birdsong Studios available to us.”“Ten?” She looked at Jason. “I’ll miss church.”“I think they can spare you one Sunday out of the year,” Jason replied.“I’ll call Derrick and let him know I won’t be there. I’ll also call Auntie and tell her we may be late for dinner.”“Where’s Birdsong Studios?” Jason asked.“In Waterville,” Keith replied. He took out his. We'll do it won't weDonna?"I nodded, so I stripped right down to bare skin. The thing she came outwith was a flesh coloured creation with padding around the thighs, roundthe hips and bum. Wendy then powdered me and made me put it on tellingme that it was stronger than it looked. I pulled it up and she showed mewhere I had to slot my dick into a tube so I had to sit down to pee. Ithen pulled it up to my belly button, and there I was, instant fatthighs, broad hips and large feminine bum. Next she. She set the contact in my right eye, then theleft eye. Ilsa picked up a tube of crimson red lipstick and painted mylips. I felt my lips being painted for me to be the slut I am.Leather Mistress led me over to the mirror. I see a beautiful leatherslave ready to serve. The dress goes to my knees. I noticed that is ablond ponytail hanging out of the top of the leather hood. My brown eyeswas no more due to the contacts turning them blue. Leather Mistresscomplete my look by placing a cigarette.