'No,'Mark said slowly, lips pursed for a moment as he thought. 'It's not there.I'm afraid I'm useless at doing some one else's face and I only do make... upfor the stage. I know,' he said pointing at me, 'we need a stylist!' 'Mark,'I said weakly, taking the blonde Marylyn Monroe wig off and throwing it ontothe dressing table, 'this is not going to work.' 'Hush!We're not giving up after one setback!' "We?' Whendid it become we , I thought, whendid I lose control ? 'Youknow Belinda Morrison,. We started experimenting with BDSM 12 years ago when we were dating, and once we got married it only got more intense. Over the 12 years my wife had built up an arsenal of implements that would make most ProDomme's jealous. She had a walk in closet in our first house that was covered wall to wall with whips, paddles, canes, crops, floggers, custom made straps, and some very rare items that she would find from time to time. Her most prized possession was her 6 foot bullwhip. She bought it a a. This combination met with universal approval, so that was the costume Jack practiced in.Jack already had an impressively deep baritone voice, so he didn't need to do anything to enhance that. However, he did practice projecting his voice while he was speaking so that everyone in the room would be able to hear him.Jack would hold a lightning gun in his right hand, and he would use it to eliminate the slavers one at a time. Of course, they could just kill immediately everybody in the room, but. I raised the gusset to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of this luscious little lass filled my nostrils. My head spun as her aroma filled every sense of my being. My cock stood rigid as it ached to be released from it's confinement. I was looking out the window, but my thoughts were full of Caitlin and Samantha as I stroked my cock with Caitlin's and sniffed Sam's panties. I imagined Sam's wet pussy pressed against my face as my tongue probed every inch of her womanhood. I imagined.