"I think it's gone again," she whispered, staying in character as she started stroking the cum out of my balls, all over her hair. I gawked down at my... white sperm drenching her hair, as she casually said, "Yep, it's gone again."She stroked until I had nothing left to give. As she felt my cock getting smaller, she wiped her stroking hand off on the wall and got up, asking, "Wanna watch some tv?" I looked at her, dead in the eye, trying my best not to gawk at my cum in her hair and noticed she. She had let her blond hair naturallydarken some and had changed to a more professional hair style that onlyenhanced her femininity.Rebecca looked at me and smiled. "This feels right. It feels likesomething that has been missing and now has returned," she said."It's almost surreal sitting here with you again," I told her as Ienjoyed some of my wine. "Almost like those times when Mark was in thelibrary studying, except your place is much, much nicer than my littleone-room apartment." It does. Her mistress's tongue wrapping around her cock again, pulling it inside her mouth and she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her balls pulled tight and she shot into her mistresses mouth, spraying so hard, and so much cum all over her lips, her mistress still fucking her ass and rubbing her cock with her other hand pumping her cum all over her lips, and onto her neck and her tits. "Oh my you have made such a mess of me! I'm glad you didn't do that all over my silk blouse or you would have been. Showered and shaved. Tried to psyche myself up. A little mental game of positive thinking. "It will be better today", I told myself. I walked in the salon at 12:30. Only one customer in there. She was being attended to by one of the gay guys in there. As a matter of fact, they were all gay except me. How did I wind up with this job? One straight guy surrounded by queers and uppity bitches. Still trying to maintain a positive mindset, I went into the private back room and started prepping for.