Oh, this can't me good."Dude, I don't know what to say to you," Michael said as he turned hishead to look at me."Mike, I'm so, so sorry! I never wante... you to find out I was doing this.I didn't want anyone to find out. I was just trying to help my brotherand be done with this. It just went a little farther then I wanted it to.And tonight, I just didn't have any other options for getting home. I wastoo scared something would happen to me if I tried to get home, alone,looking like this," I said. And his mouth wasoverworked. He stood before the smirking beauties, trying to regain hisself image, when his Aunt produced something new that was made of rubber.She held it up and he saw that it was a full-head mask of a sweet femaleface. Alex's mouth opened in a startled O. He tried to find words but shewas already setting it against his face, smoothing it over his head, andzipping it down the back. There was a small space between the lips and thenostrils were cut out, so he would have no. I had been searching long and hard for the perfect guy to trust with my body. I was planning on slowly becoming, I guess, the Illustrated Woman. I wanted one perfect artist for all my work. He would be excellent, professional, and make all of my work his own. I’d saved up the funds for months, ready for my first piece. It was going to be huge and hurt like a motherfucker—exactly how I’d dreamed of. I knocked on his door, across the way from my own and on the top floor. The man who greeted me. Tili was eighteen years old. She was tall for her tribe five foot seven, slim except for her large firm breasts. She had visited her great-great uncle on several occasions and he had seen the lust in her eyes for Louise. Well he would please his niece and teach the stupid white bitch a lesson too. He watched as the two women swam together. He brought the two dolls back into the house. He had Louises doll kiss then fondle the black doll. He got them to remove their clothes. He had a hard on as.