BELT UNDER OWNER CONTROL."My arms were moved behind my back and, despite me fighting with all my strength, they were crossed parallel to the floor and...bound together. And all of a sudden, I was rendered utterly helpless by my garment... the skintight latex continued to flow upwards, covering my shoulders until it got to my neck. It solidified again, forming a collar which kept me looking straight ahead... and didn't stop there. As I opened my mouth to try another command, the black liquid. All girls have shoulder length or even longer hair so I would be like aboy playing dress-up with my short hair. The only possibility would beto wear a girl's long hair wig.Even Halloween wigs wouldn't be good enough to fool anybody so I have tofind a girl with a real wig then find a way to borrow it. No girl I knewor ever heard of ever had a wig. I couldn't even borrow some girl'smother's wig because it would be too old fashioned and especially toobig.Since a wig was impossible I would have to. As i picked up my pace it was clear i'd achieve my goal...as i thrusted my fingers inside her she started to squirm and contract around my fingers as i felt the rush of her orgasm press against me, i just kept my fingers in tight, further increasing the level of her orgasm.as she writhed beside me i felt a twinge in my cock as it reached full erection and pressed against her leg. seeing it and feeling it she quickly climbed atop me and slid down onto my cock, moaning in pleasure as she did. Her. Though, the two men simply moved on and two took their place. Her ass had two rough hands gripping it, no doubt the same man that was punishing her hole. She had to admit, she always heard stories about men with small dicks, but wherever they were, they were not here. Swiftly wrapping her drenched hands on the new tools, she continued her job, the sperm on her hands acting as a lubricant. Perhaps one thing she regretted was the fact that she had been separated from her friends, but she was.