He was wearing a full face of makeup, most notablyhuge beautiful fake eyelashes which fluttered whenever he blinked,revealing a line of golden winged ...yeliner and a light shimmer ofeyeshadow on his lids. Basic foundation and contour shaped his faceinto a narrow, much more feminine appearance while a rosey blush gavehim color, and a very light pink, almost nude lipstick capped off thelook. His outfit, while not particularly sexy as most girls went for,was stunning, and he made the perfect Belle.. I plopped down on the longer next to him and began moaning about what a fickle bitch I'd been dating. He listened and made agreeing noises which had the effect of calming me down. I told Brandon that I was breaking it off with her, that all I'd needed was a sympathetic ear and a little good sex to get through my current depression and what had she done, she'd trashed me, that's what she'd done. Brandon asked what was bugging me to make me so upset. He knew me well enough to know that missing. She was nothing, not desirable, not a woman. She was less than a photo on the internet that men might masturbate to. She was just someone to be humiliated.Marie almost lost count of the number of men who had cum on her hair, but it seemed to her that there had been at least 12.When the last man had finished and sprayed his cum on her matted hair, Marie hear Brad speak again.“I’m going to untie the cord from your legs, but I don’t want you to try to get up. OK?” Brad said.Marie nodded and tried. However Tom had always noticed how revealing and tight her clothing had been, whether it was seeing her ass shake as she walked past in tight black trousers, or how her tits seemed to look bigger than they were thanks to what he guessed had been push-up bra's and so-on. And she was a very attractive young woman which of course had lead to Tom's mind being filled with images of a sexual nature, he had often thought what her body looked like under them clothing but had never had the chance to.