The gal who doggystyle answered the phone said Barb worked the next day. He scheduled an appointment for mid-afternoon. First thing the next morning Zach called his employer. He’d worked there for three straight summers and they were always glad to have him back. They told him to come in and sign everything and he would start the following Monday. Zach took a shower and shampooed his golden locks. He dressed casual amateur but neat and went to fill out the paperwork for his job. He grabbed some lunch and went to a bookstore and bought a couple paperbacks. He did some reading and browsed until it was time for his hair appointment. He got to the salon a little early and checked in. He took a seat with a good view of Barb. She had worked at this place for years so she had a choice workspace near the back teen and had an old guy in her chair. She looked good as usual, her slim body dressed in a black zippered smock with sleeves to her elbows, black tights on her legs and black flats on her feet. Her blond curls danced on her shoulders as she moved party to and fro, snipping away. He always liked going to Barb for haircuts. She looked good, smelled good and took her time, fussing over every little edge, evening it here and there, making sure it looked just so. Another thing about Barb that Zach liked was that she wore very little makeup, only a subtle touch around the eyes and polished nails. But jewelry was a different story. She always wore a lot of jewelry: head-to-toe necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings, you name it. Even as he looked at her from his chair in the waiting area at the front he could see cum gold chains dangling from her earlobes, bracelets and bangles on both her wrists, rings on most of her fingers and ankle bracelets. He wondered how much more he couldn’t see. Finally Barb pulled the sheet off of the old man and he rose out of his chair. He preened in front of the mirror for a moment before they walked up front to the cash register. He paid, said thanks and walked past Zach and out the door. “Okay, who’s next?” Barb called out loudly, pretending to look at the appointment schedule on the counter. “Do we have a Zach?” She looked at him and grinned. Zach stood up and walked toward her and Barb came around the counter and gave him a hug. “Hi, Zach, welcome home,” she said. “You look great! How are you doing?” She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the needle of the heat gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. Susanna looked at her now chained slave with a great feeling of accomplishment. Go and lie down on my desk!” She ordered. He makes no apology for this, saying nothing as he teen hardens further in response to my circling tongue and bobbing head. Michelle was already doggystyle opening up the back of the trunk and pulling out our backpacks. I gulped it down with such passion. By the time I got to the doors I felt tired and sick. “This time last week I was watching a man with an eleven-inch cock blow you. Is there anything I can do to fix this?" He made her lie back on the table. “We have different rooms for different fetishes and fantasies. I laid down and pulled the sheets over my lower body, then pushed my boxers to my knees. Then reach to the bottoms and push them down and let them fall at my feet and then kick them off. "Holly shit" Zach said in amazement as his sister's body contorted at the hands of the intense orgasm. I then moved behind her and rubbed her pussy, she was wet again and I moved my hand to her mouth which she licked off. But why would I do it if it hurts, Mom, we, women often do it to satisfy our men, me personally though, I get unimaginable orgasms from it, mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms.” The last five frames of our digital movie tell us a story. I turned on my heel, and I sprinted out of the room, a pathetic ‘woof-woof’ sounding after me. I rounded a corner, my stomach knotting, my body clammy with fear, searching for some secluded place to finish freaking out in peace. He turned my daughter into a whore. Like try strip wrestling, first one to get their opponent naked wins!" Don’t worry, the jokes are bad and get worse as time goes on. Trevor who was now in her home, knew where she lived. “Oh, wouldn’t amateur that be wicked? You're a natural, because, somewhere deep down, you really DO want this. One day not long after she moved in, she was tasked with helping me get in and out of the tub. “Nothing…nothing”, and then knowing she would just keep it up, “Just had a dream last night…I mean, a nightmare…that I was standing in front of cum a mirror with a full term pregnant belly”. With a groan, her clit blossomed into a beautiful girl-dick. The thought of him telling her he was not finished with her yet excited her even more. Jenny comes out of the bathroom just in time to find us yelling at each other. The older man's features held a momentary look of worry. party