So, she was rather liberal when it came to putting on clothes at home. We had got many glimpses of her tits and her panties. My brother had even shot ...a short video on his cell phone showing mom's tits while she was sleeping. We would regularly jack off watching that video.Well our story began last year a day before our dad's birthday. My brother and I were discussing the birthday party plans for the next day. We had bought a guitar together for dad. we knew how he loved playing the guitar.. She pulled me up and started to slap the shit out of me. Although I was stronger than her, I still felt helpless and weak.After that, she tore my t-shirt and removed my jeans. I was standing in my black jockey underwear, ashamed and fearful, in front of her. She returned to the room to grab a collar belt and a whip, which she carried on her back.Now she tightened the collar belt on my neck as tight as possible, causing difficulties with my breathing. Then she pushed me on my four legs and. I drew on my lipliner, drawing a particularly strong Cupid’s Bow, then filled it in with a very deep intense red. Some lip gloss, stick on blood red false nails, my long blonde wig and I was ready. I looked in the mirror at the finished article. Looking back from the mirror was a complete cheap whore. The sort you would have found standing on a street corner in Soho a few years ago, asking the passing men if they “wanted any business” whilst flashing her stocking tops and cleavage at them. A. Poor native."Marina noted that her new clothing did not include footwear. She had seen for herself that many people here were shoeless, especially the women. She was given a chipped and broken looking glass. Amazing! Marina had the right shaped face to pass for a native and with this convincingly stained body that the good servant had expertly given her, she looked like any one of thousands of poor local women."What now?" You want to find your fiend, or you want escape? We get you to fishing.