I agreed, it was a tough day, in afternoon only the makeup girl came andshe started, the photographers were also there and they were shooting thewhol...e process. She did a beautiful job and asked me change into the tightblouse which showed my cleavage beautifully. She made me put on the nosering, and many necklaces of different length, the longest one came tillmy stomach. They rested on my breasts beautifully. I was feeling draggeddown by the weight of all this jewellery, it was pulling my ears. She found herself thinking about how far she’d come in a few short weeks. Her husband, Phil, was at home wearing lingerie and women’s clothes. She had caged his tiny dicklet and pierced him twice; Prince Albert and one behind his ball-sack. These were connected which dragged his dicklet back, leaving a smooth look in his panties. She had found Fitz as a lover, and also regularly screwed his twin brother, Steve. Both were tattoo artists and through them she had met, and fucked, a lot of their. Cool breaths blew on my nipple as she squeezed my nipple gently.caressing me slowly. I felt her hot warm kisses caressing my breast. ‘ yes’ she moaned. Circling my nipple with hot kisses and rubbing my vagina slowly. Gently tugging my vagina.pinching my nipple gently. Caressing and kissing.. licking .. caressing my breast deeply and rubbing my vagina. Massaging it slowly.. stroking..stroking..stroking.. ‘ relax’ she whispered as I felt her warm toungue glide up inside me and. I was a good girl.When he called and let me know he was on his way home, I didn't tell him and he didn't ask. It was a long half-hour. It felt just like one of those days when I was growing up and had a "bad" report card. I waited for Dad to come home, knowing that I would have to show it to him and he would punish me.This would be different. I wasn't a little girl anymore, and Bill wasn't my father. But in one important way, it would be the same. I was powerless to stop it from happening..