The towel she held in her hand was at least four times smaller than a normal one, and had no hope of covering all of Kerry’s vital parts. Of course,...it could have been an honest mistake, but Kerry doubted that. She bit her lip, holding the towel in her hands. A sudden idea struck her, and she started breathing again. She’d just have to put her clothes back on... Kerry looked around the spacious bathroom, wondering where she had left her clothes. She searched, pulled cupboards open and looked. By now, this strange clown had caught my interest, so I was more than willing to follow him. I have been fascinated by clowns since I was a k**, and this one wasn’t bad to look at either.He led me to a wooded, secluded area on top of the nearest hill and motioned me to sit down. From his backpack, he drew out a small grease paint kit and began to apply it to his face. When he was finished, he turned to me and began to paint MY face! Every movement of his fingers was perfectly defined and. I feel the vibe on low hum in my wet cunt. After the 20 spanks I have my eyes closed. The man shrieks in pain and collapses to the ground. His collar has sent an electrical shock through his body. The secretary has a cat o nine tails and is thrashing his black butt. He whimpers and moans in pain."Roll over" The black man rolls on his back scars on his chest and stomach are from a gun shot and knife wound. I see two pairs of legs in white overalls enter and hear a pht sound. The black man stops. She pulled the Long Blonde Wig over my head, and it was onlythen that I was allowed to look in the mirror.My face was unrecognisable! Dark make-up around the eyes which accentuatedthem in a way totally different from normal; a tan covering over mycheeks, hiding all the minor blemishes, and bright red lips which matchedmy nails.I stood up and admired my figure in the mirror - those large breasts thatwobbled like jellies as I moved, and Gwen was right - over-filling the bracups gave them a life.