Yay... errrr, I mean sure.

"Of course," you say, getting off of her. "Sorry."

She smiles meekly up at you.

"Would you please help this doll to put on it's corset? Doing so without assistance is very time consuming," she says.

She wraps it around herself and you can already tell that your going to love it on her. She turns around, so that you can start lacing the complicated contraption up for her.

"Sir, you will need to lace it as tightly as possible," she says.

Not one for helf measures, you lace it up as tightly as you can. With every tug of the laces you can hear a faint moan escape her lips. When your done and she turns back around, you can see that it's trimmed several inches off her waist and his holding her breasts up magnificently as if on a shelf. She runs her fingers down the sides of it, as if for the first time. Then she runs her hands back up the center before cupping her latex breasts. She closes her eyes and another moan escapes her lips.

She reaches into the backpack with a gleaming latex hand and pulls out the mask. First she carefully threads her long pony tail through the hole at the top and then lowers it gently onto her face. Once it's on, her distinctive appearance is gone. Her perfectly tanned skin is replaced with even more perfect white latex. The only uniquely Blanche element remaining is that black pony tail. She's completely white now.

All that remains is the thick, wide collar. She picks it up, hesitantly.

"Are... are you sure your ready for this, sir?" she asks.

You reach out and take the collar from her and put it around her neck yourself. The moment you close the latch, the look is complete. You wonder if even her eyes are a little whiter.

Moving from the bed, she kneels before you.

"How may this doll serve you, sir?" She asks.

You hesitage. "Your sure about this?"

"Sir, this doll is ready to please you in whatever way you wish," she says, staring up at you longingly.

Well, you've done the gentlemanly thing! With that out of the way you take a step closer, bringing your cock to within an inch or two of her mouth. As if on instinct, she parts her crimson red-painted lips. She closes them around it as you slide yourself into her. A moan wells up deep inside of you as she begins to slide those lips all the way down your shaft, working her tongue expertly around the sensitive underside, until you can feel your head pressing against the very back of her throat. You slip one hand around the back of her head and take hold of her ponytail. She gasps but it's muffled by your cock. Slowly, she begins bobbing her head back and forth, each time going all the way up and all the way down your shaft. You throw your head back in outright ecstacy.

Your getting close... so... close... Your almost there and it's barely been a full minute! You've got to do something or it'll all be over WAY too soon! You gently pull back on on her ponytail, clenching your teeth to keep from cuming. She moans and tries to go back down on it, forcing you to pull harder on her. One more and you know you'll cum. Her eyes close and her mouth spreads into a grin as you jerk her head back by her hair. Obviously Blanche- or rather white is the type of girl who craves a little **** in the bedroom. She opens her eyes once more and stares at your quivering cock longingly.

"Sir?" she asks.

"I-," you gasp, mustering all of your concentration. "Oh gods, I almost came!"

You've never came so close without cumming and the effort that it took has you feeling weak in the knees. You sit on the edge of the futon.

She turns toward you, still on her knees. After a few moments you finally calm down enough for it to take more than a light breeze to make you cum.