And the dye that she painted onto what remained ofmy brows was dark.Susan set up our video camera before me. She set it in such a way that itwas not o...ly recording but also showing what was recording on the largescreen television before me. It was surreal. I knew it was me but it'salmost like it didn't connect inside of my brain. Plastic covering myhair. Dark lines above my eyes. Oh God , my so tiny brows."How do you like it Princess? How do you like being remade into yourperfect fantasy?". However things changed yesterday with a very nice encounter with a lady I have know for three years.Irina a lovely yummy mummy my neighbour invited me for coffee as we travelled up in the lift to the 7th floor of our block. It was early morning I had been to the shops she had just returned from taking her daughter to school. Irina is your typical mid thirties Muscovite lady, one c***d divorced with a professional job. Irina stands around 5ft 10” a typical height for a Russian lady of her time. She sat down and smiled at him as he again took her hands.He smiled back and formed an extension that created a blowing sensation on her bush and nipples. She inhaled sharply and bit her lower lip.“Stop that, you are turning me on.” she whispered to him.James smiled at her and told her to spread her legs a little more to expose her pussy. She looked at him questioningly but did as he asked. He formed his extension into a mouth and tongue and started by creating a blowing sensation moving up and. Where did you get this?" Emily demanded."Its very good, isn't it, Emily? We've got some people who know how to knock this sort of stuff up for us. Do you like the tattoo and your birthmark?" But I, I don't understand, how did you know about my birthmark?" Silly girl, remember that massage you had at that conference in Germany. A company perk, you thought. We've got some very nice film of you changing for it as well, or should I say giving us a strip show. You know, several of our customers have.