" His mind shifted from his cock to his mother's emotional needs and he walked up to her and took her in his arms for a reassuring hug. "But, you know... you are wildly popular and very talented. You could easily land a similar gig with a network or something. You have had those offers before and turned them down for my benefit. You don't have to do that now." That's not how it works, son. You see, I had a five year contract I just signed a few months ago. That contract required that in the event. Running upstream in the Columbia, they spotted the runabout I'd described just as they passed Kelly Point, at the mouth of the Willamette. They added power, but not enough that the runabout couldn't catch them. When it did, one of the three guys in it called through a bullhorn for Sandy to stop. All three waved pistols. The Coastie cut the power abruptly and the agents in the cabin boiled out into the cockpit and the forward deck. Suddenly the runabout was alongside and a half-dozen machine. She had me shave my legs first. Then, I put on a pink rufflely pair of panties, a lacy pink bra and white thigh-high hose. She then applied my make-up. I was shocked how much the make-up feminized my appearance. She did eye liner, mascara, foundation, lip liner, lipstick and gloss. My cock was so hard in my panties.About that time, she told me her friend Carl was due any minute and she wanted me to take some pictures with him for her website. I started to freak out about this, but she put her. She's a petite little thing with small tits. Hell, I wasn't lookin' at her tits anyways. You see, Dawn's pants were made outta some kind of soft denim that just clung to her little body like spandex. As she was standin' in front of me pourin' a glass of wine, I was gazin' right into the Grand Canyon. Not a camel toe, mind you, but the fuckin' Grand Canyon. Framed by two puffy, denim-clad pussy lips on both sides. She smiled right at me, sat the wine glass down on the coffee table, and did a.