On day 4, we got down there and there was no sign of her at all and I got to thinking that she might have ended her visit and gone home. Half an hour...later though, she appeared and sat right opposite me, so her feet were facing ours and she was about 5 metres away from me. First class position for not only some perving, but also some flashing.Within minutes, her titties were swinging free and I was enjoying the view through my ray-bans and over the top of my book. After an hour or so, she. “Anything master!”“First thing, I have a particular liking for tongue rings. You will go and get one today. Second, is your slave uniform. When alone in my presence, you will wear a plain white tee shirt just tight enough to fit over your tits. You will cut the bottom of the shirt off directly below your tits revealing the bottom curves of your breasts and exposing your stomach. You will wear a matching white thong. Will that be a problem slave?”“Oh no master, that sounds great!” She is. I quickly pull back and he pops out of my mouth. A look of incredulity spreads over his face. “I wasn’t finished, you damn whore.” “Oh, yes, you were. If you think I’m letting you cum in my mouth, you’re crazy.” He tries to force it back into my mouth, but I clamp my lips together and turn my face to the side. Then he tries to pry my lips apart, but I bite down hard on his finger. He cries out in fury, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking himself right in front of me, groaning and glaring. She held a mirror to show Terry that his long hair was now the same redcolor as hers.She next went to work on Terry's face, she first glued long fakeeyelashes on before she plucked his eyebrows thin using a pair oftweezers. She went to the bag to get the makeup that she bought for himbut he stopped her. "Use your makeup on me," said Terry. "It's old." I don't care, make me look like you," said Terry. The whore went in herpurse and began slathering her foundation on Terry's face. Once it.