Over his face he wore what I couldonly describe as a latex zombie clown mask. I'd always hated clowns,ever since I was a kid. Under the circumstances ...he effect washorrific and I shuddered, looking away."Look at me," he commanded.I raised my head to look into the eyes staring at me from the darksockets of the mask. His gaze was baleful, full of malice."Why have you done-" I started, but got no further as he slapped me onthe side of the head violently, hard enough to set my ears ringing."Quiet,". Trying to see the outline of them in her thin nightshirts. Moving my way down, I kissed her flat abdomen. I kissed the top of her right thigh down to her knee, kissing my way back up on the inside of her thigh. I kissed the top of her pussy, teasing her. I kissed down her left thigh and back up. She was quivering as I slowly blew across her pussy. Slowly and lightly kissing and licking the outside of her pussy. Licking up her slit from the bottom to the top, grazing her clit. “Oh, daddy. I've. It will make your look a bit more soft,more feminine. I'm sure you'll like it." I exhaled heavily. I was soglad to hear I would not be becoming a blonde that I missed her commentabout making my look more feminine.Brianne poured some of the solution into some kind of a cup and thendipped a paint brush into it. She pulled up a small portion of my hair,painted it with the brush, and then wrapped it in foil. She did anotherand then another. As I looked in the mirror I saw my head. It was just the beginning. As her nipples hardened to the other woman’s touch, she felt a hefty slap on her bottom. Guy had launched his warm-up routine, and he was soon to have the assistance of his wife. Standing on each side of her prostrate body, they landed alternate thwacks on cheeks covered only by taut black silk. ‘It’s a great arse you’ve got,’ said Guy, standing back after a while to admire Cynthia’s efforts. ‘But John Thomas here wants a turn.’ Catherine released herself from.