Wes drew again. "Yes. And a little higher," Al commanded. Wes finally reloaded the tattoo machine and slowly began making short strokes, re-creating t...e hairs of my brow, according to its new contours. He changed ink again to a slightly different shade to make the new brows look more realistic. Yes, it hurt. And I was miserable, knowing this might be the most difficult part of my makeover to undo. Then, following Al's next instructions, Wes carefully cleaned the makeup off my eyes. He began to. "Jason, Jason, Jason. Surely you realize by now, that you're not like other men? You have something special, maybe it's just a lack of testosterone poisoning, but you're different... better... sexier. Especially when I have you at my mercy like this. `Sigh', I just love new toys." She smiled at him. For a moment, Jason forgot his predicament. She looked great in the tight black rubber miniskirt and high heeled red patent boots. The outrageous bullet bra made her dominant position almost a. I was not sure what to do but my body was controlling me and my hand went down to squeeze my hard dick through my pants. Then my mom spoke again but this time I was not sure what to say or do but just do as she said. "Why don't you let mommy help you with that come over here baby" I walked right to her side of the bed.That is when things became very interesting, as I got to the bed she reached out and freed my hard dick from my pants. She gripped it with just the right grip and slowly started. He was seriously thinking of using that excuse in the future.He pulled himself to a sitting position in bed and immediately regretted it. The world spun and he lost focus for a moment before it settled down again. A few deep breaths and he launched himself to the washroom just in time to dry heave into the toilet. It was a debate on a shower first or brushing his teeth, but the bad taste in his mouth tipped the balance. After he was dressed and had something for the headache he headed to the.