The next three evenings were a d**g and alcohol induced haze as John threw some really outrageous parties. One of the parties was a masquerade theme ...and all of us contract girls were dressed sexy and wearing very elaborate masks and costumes. It was really fun and I invited Neil and told him to wear a mask. We stole away to my room early in the evening and he fucked my brains out before I had to return to the party. He left afterwards and the handful of men that I would later fuck or give. Joe's face must've been a picture, because at that moment all theFlatties immediately burst into laughter, their electronic voices echoingbetween the buildings. Joe blushed redder that his outfit (well... hisusual outfit) and tried to cover himself with his arms."Sorry, Joe!" he heard a familiar voice shout, as Silvia finally reachedthe battlefield. "I must've given you my V-Watch by mistake..." shescratched the back of her head cutely with a sheepish smile."Mistake!?" roared Joe as he. He had only noticed her, like all men, because her breasts were larger than most of her age and from his side view of her, they stood straight out under her blouse.Stepping out of sight, he peered thru the bushes at her. Her auburn hair was flowing over her shoulders and into her cleavage. She wore loose shorts and white knee socks with bands that matched ribbons in her hair. Her head moved back and forth, as she started looking for Dad. She seemed disappointed not seeing him any more.. Whatdo you think?" Sasha asked."Sounds perfect to me," Tiffany responded."I will get my things and get started on Troy's nails immediately."With that Tiffany left the room to as she said, "get her things." Thisleft me back in the clutches of Sasha, who quickly feel back into herroutine of attaching the extensions.Ten minutes went by before Tiffany reappeared with her supplies to, "Domy nails," as she put it. As Sasha attached the numerous and everygrowing hair extensions, Tiffany set to work.