“The store clerk, Phillip. He asked me to let down my hair.”“You look incredibly beautiful with your hair down. It’s the difference between ul...tra conservative and sultry,” James commented sadly.“Was I wrong to take it down, sir?” Mrs. Waxerman asked now almost whispering.Victoria Waxerman felt awful. She wanted her fiancée to scream at her. To call her a slut. To take his belt off and beat her with it. She’d been so incredibly stupid and had so obviously hurt him badly. She wanted him to tell. According to the policeman, several people were killed in the underground. Some were kidnappers, others were people who were kidnapped, so I kept my heart in my hand every time, I didn’t know if my Sofia was alive.”“When Sofia came out of the hole, she looked completely weak, her body all white. At first, I thought she was dead, and I started to cry. It was the most distressing moment of my life.”“Later, the policeman told me about that place. It was a base of operations for an organization. I got to his back, his undies had rolled down exposing his bubble ass. I did his back first and slowly started to caress his snow white ass.He just stood there with his eyes closed enjoying the touch. His hard penis sticking up in his undies and leaking a musky odour said most about what he liked. As I finished his ass, I went on to his legs which I wanted to lick and bite. As I sometimes licked it especially near his back of thighs, he was convulsing hornily. I kneeled at his front, moved to. For maybe a half an hour I practiced talking much higher and more slowly as well. Auntie seemed satisfied with my speech progress while she gave me many tips on how to sit and act so ladylike. Yes little things like bending my wrists every so slightly. To me they seemed so easy to do as I then felt so queer and queenly in my new role of a trying to act and feel like a bitch.It was shortly after aunties grandfather clock chimed three times that the sudden sounds of a loud pickup truck pulling.