The latex bodysuit

"The third one," you say, deciding that if you're going to do something perverted and gross, you might as well hide your face.

Within a moment, the girls are upon you. Gently and quickly, but assertively, the girls pull your clothes off. You're quickly **** into a seat, where you're assaulted by a wide variety of implements for a long, painful session of improvement. Your eyebrows are plucked, a serious of make-up laden tools paint your face in the most beautiful shades, your hair is combed and roughly tied into two childish-looking pigtails, and soon, when you catch your reflection, you seen a beautiful, stunning and dolled up women with a flat chest in the mirror.

Then, comes the outfit. Your legs are **** through the tight legholes of the latex suit, and your cock tied back between your legs. The outfit is pulled out, and you're shocked to find it impressively tight on your body, showing off your contours. The silver zip is rolled down, giving a small glance at your impressive cleavage, and finally, the hood is pulled out. For a moment, it's hot and incredibly dark, but you manage to find the eyeholes, twisting your head in the latex to meet them as the gag is **** into your mouth. You find the girls yanking your hair through a small hole in the back of the hood, making room for your head and leaving you with a slutty ponytail to be yanked as needed. The latex is incredibly tight, making it hard to move, leaving you almost entrapped.

"What a gorgeous little slut," Saoirse giggles.

"You look like a more pathetic, but more fuckable Catwoman," Kerri points out, as you blush.

"So pretty!" Ashley beams. "She looks like the private fucktoy of a billionaire!"

"Should we get this little slut to the show?" Grace asks.

Saorise nods, eagerly.

"Come on, pet, let's get going. Time for a little walk."