Say Cheese
She pulled the eyebrow pencil out; yes purple, it would be perfect for the job. “What a pretty pansy purple for you,” she snickered, gauging the fear in his expression.
“No, please, no…” he whimpered. It was no use attempting to fight those restraints but he tried anyway. The squirming may have been the most thrilling part.
“Be a good little girl for mommy,” she hissed, clutching a handful of his hair. “Hold still!” As she forcefully applied the eye liner his groans escalated until he began to quiver, finally panting deliriously. She ended the session by taking a photo.
