Loudly. "That's right." Shiann started. I couldn't move, couldn't think. I was paralyzed. There was a pit in my stomach that constantly reminded ...e that Emili, my fiancée, was just down the hall. And here I was, soaking in the scent of her baby sister's gorgeous feet. "You can't prove it because you're a little foot freak, and you love this. I can hear you sniffing down there, freak." She pushed my head back with her foot until I was shoved into the center corner of the sectional. She then brushed it outof the way and took a bottle of foundation makeup and began applyingit to my face! "What are you doing!? I ca...can't wear makeup, not ifyour friend Dave is coming over for dinner!" I exclaimed. "You justsit still sweetie," she said as she continued. She didn't add muchfoundation but it gave my face a more feminine glow as I noticed theuniform shade of the makeup. She then added some mascara andcontinued with eyeliner and eyeshadow! She dusted my cheeks with abit of rose. Back and forth it rubbed over my prostrate building the cum in my balls, the cum that had nowhere to go.The fucking, the ****, whatever the hell it was lasted for about twenty minuets. My body had given up on me along time ago, but my mind had gone now, I wanted this to happen, I needed to be fucked while dressed like a bitch. If I could get the gag out I would have begged to feel his cum, but there was no way that was possible. My ass had given up all signals of fighting back, or signs of. I shuffled her around a bit so that the video could get the full picture too. She was struggling to fit my cock in her mouth. Lynda then stood up and bent over a nearby chair, and ordered me to remove her thong with my teeth. I came up behind her, pulled her arse cheeks apart, and hooked my tongue under the thin material. I purposely took my time licking up and down her crease, and Lynda was moaning like mad, so she was clearly enjoying it. The video would have a great view of this I thought,.