Before she could let out a gasp in surprise a warm hand covered her mouth. A hand on the side of her chair turned her around as she stared up with sh...cked wide eyes to the person holding her quiet, Mike. Her eyes didn't leave his bold hazel ones as he pulled his hand away from her. Instantly she shouted "MIKE! Wha-" His hand covered hers again with a soft tisking sound from his tounge. "No no no... You will call me Master, not Mike." His hand pulled away only slightly, brushing the slightly. Next I added my first high quality blondewig. It is designed to be taped to the scalp in the front and is sorealistic that it can be convincingly be combed and brushed backwardsoff the face. I find my facial appearance breathtakingly feminine enoughand incredulously (to me) pretty. With such long blonde hair I feel Ihave stunning appearance. In less than an hour I have skillfully gluedand painted myself into a very sexy young blonde "gal". All I needed noware my best choice of my wondrous. After a while my chat window popped up, Ipek had sent me a private message.„Hi!“We started a conversation. Ipek spoke some kind of broken English but most of the time I understood what she wanted to say.Well, she wanted a long distance friendship with me and was interested to get to know me better. I made a few compliments and she started melting already. Ipek wrote me she would be 40 years old and still single. She would have never been married. With almost every sentence she excused herself. I walked down the isle trying desperately to cover myself, but to no avail. I simply couldn't cover everything. I was still naked and I only had two hands to work with and at least three major parts to cover. I looked left and right and noticed that Jill and Angela were also moving forward, and having about the same luck trying to be modest.We arrived at what seemed to be the right time (I got the feeling that they would have kept praying until we arrived), and three priestesses came over and.