I got a peek at it and recognized it as being a round Sable, probably a #12, with a very unusual handle. It was stocky, not tapered like regular brush...s and was much shorter than any brush I had ever seen. It was about an inch or so in diameter and he would use it to position my chin, my shoulder turn or the display of my long hair. He would either tap me with it gently or actually move the part to the position that he wanted. He startled me again with his voice as he directed me to get up and. "The people standing below him only stared with blank expressions unable to truly understand what he was saying. But the figure simply continued talking, just causing more confusion with every word. "So I should probably introduce myself first, I am the god of this world, just call me that when you need something." Now it must be obvious that this is not your world anymore right?" The figure waved a hand making the people down below look around to see a town looking a lot like towns back in the. She was wearing some sexy high heels with a beautiful short skirt and stockings, and wearing a beautiful white low cut top showing off her amazing cleavage. I could not help but stare at her tits she was so beautiful, sexy and I love older women. Just seeing her amazing cleavage and her tits slightly bouncing along the train ride was starting to make my cock swell and grow hard. I couldn't help but touch my hardened cock through my jeans slightly, she then looked over at me and noticed me. We use to go together in the parties and then to late night parties, which is after a normal party in somebody’s room, those who wants to stay can stay and rests can leave.At one such party we were dancing very closely together and his hand were on my waist and mine around his neck. My boobs were crushing against his chest every now and then. Others treat us as BF/GF. Suddenly he held my waist more tightly and asked “do u trust me?” I have to reply “Of course I do” and I really did and he.