So I disguised myself as I departed my room to be a whore. I put jeans over my miniskirt, stockings, garter belt and already moist panties. I put a la...ge t-shirt over my silicon falsie tits, bra, cincher, and black top with red piping on the half-selves and the plunging neckline. I kept my burnt-auburn and dark red wig, my shoes, a purse with condoms and lube in a backpack and wore sunglasses over my slutty eyes to walk the 10 feet to my car and drove away. At the first open parking lot I got. I can see his room from my bedroom window on the second floor. We've hung out a few times, but not too often. He was only around during the summer to visit, who I assumed was his mother and sister. At first I would find any excuse to be outside while he mowed the lawn or cleaned the pool. He often did these outside jobs in nothing but a pair of shorts. His body would glisten in the sun from the sweat dripping down his intense abs. One day I built up the courage to go over and offer him a glass. Next she sat down on the table behind her and removed her boots. Once she was undressed, she was ordered to lay back on the table and she complied without hesitation. The dominatrix then began to gently strike each of her nipple's with the crop. Lisa jumped each time, but made no effort to move or deflect the blows. Then her torturer directed her blows at her bald cunt, drawing Brian's attention to her newly shaved pussy. Brian had to admit that his wife's now bald pussy did make her look even. Her feet looked gorgeous too. She would often change the colours of her toes. One moment they could be black, the next they would be light blue. She also wore toe rings and anklets. With tattoos all over her including some that where on the top of her feet. She was also very tanned in colour. Everything about her was incredible. People would also describe her feet as the facehuggers as they were big and meaty. She asked how smelly I wanted them. Being over confident and cocky, I requested as.