When I was finallynaked, she brought out the body suit. It looked so weird.It was like a full person but it was completely hollow. It didn't look real...t all. She told me to stand up straight. She brought it over to me holdingit open in the back. She said to step into the legs. I slid my foot infollowed by the other. She pulled it up to my waist and paused for asecond. She looked at my then growing dick and giggled. I got a littleembarrassed and said I was sorry and I just couldn't help it. She. I was uncomfortable asking anyone I knew so I went online and found a guy willing to help. What surprised me was how money it cost to hire him at first.I met the guy, Glenn, at the mall. He was much older,grey beard, big belly...looked like Santa with his small glasses. We discussed in person while Master was on the phone listening and asking Glenn questions. Glenn would be required to be on my phone talking with Master as he photographed me. Glenn had a studio in his basement too. Master. The dizziness grabbed at her again and she heaved dry, wracking heaves. For an eternity, she lived in that world between waking and the ghastly nightmares of sleep. She could not tell what was real and what was still a bad dream clinging to her mind.At last the body came into focus. He was familiar, but he was not Ryan McGuire. There was no blonde hair. No bloody Athamé held in his hand. She turned him to look at the face and tears flooded her eyes. Wesley! J. Wesley Allen. Her beloved. Her. ”Under her direction I slowly stroked my cock from a 4” flaccid state to nearly 7” fully erect…“Well you’re not so long…but you are pretty thick…and I like that cock head..” Suzanne…now sitting on the john…she had pushed her panties aside…and was rubbing her wet hairy cunt…“We don’t’ have much time…people will want this room..Joe…you turn sideways so I can watch you stroke your dick…I am going to pleasure myself watching you cum…and you’d better be fast” I was mesmerized by her wet cunt…and her.