"So do you trust me, hon?" Yes, Steven." Lie back in the chair." Steven washed my hair, dried it a little with atowel, and went to work. I looked ar...ound his salon. His "Beauty Shop,"as my grandmother would say. I was getting my hair done in a BeautyShop. The magazine racks were filled with copies of Woman's Day, Vogue,and Cosmopolitan. Not a Sports Illustrated or Field and Stream in sight.This was an exclusively feminine place, and I was, for the moment, thecenter of attention. Women. From that I was sure it would prove to be a relatively simple matter to transfer her fetishised conditioning to a flesh and blood penis; in the first instance my own.I should have known that such an assumption was likely to prove unfounded. The "relatively simple matter" turned into a challenge as soon as I brought Helena from her cage on the morning after her third day of Orerry sessions to start her first sessions with my own member in her mouth and a smaller, clockwork-driven anal plug whose. Derrin seemed dazed until Isabel’s lips had touched his forehead. He turned his face to hers and smiled the biggest smile Isabel had ever seen. ‘That was fantastic!’ Derrin said half dreamily. ‘Thank you, you were equally as good.’ ‘You’re just saying that.’ ‘Am not. I had never had a guy do what you did. Stop before coming only to start up again. That drove me wild.’ ‘Doing that with you was better than all the times I had done that alone.’ At realizing he had said that out loud, Derrin had. It would have sounded like an actual threat if I had been able to stop myself from laughing. We laughed together as my cum ran down the crack of my ass onto the towel I had brilliantly placed underneath me before the call. My daddy always gave me a birthday present that left a bit of a mess. Are you playing with your cock daddy? I asked him innocently, my breath finally normal. My usually soft, puffy nipples were now red and hard. I flicked the nub softly as my daddy made a low groan. I took it.