The new dress code for the office had been accepted without complaints. Isobel, the petite brunette with large, soft breasts, in charge of Pussy Notic...e, ran her fingers across her V-shaped pubic hair before a finger disappeared between her pussy lips. I could see her pierced lip-ring glistening with juices. It would be up to us to sell our new look to Mrs. Anderson, the first client with an appointment for the day. Maureen, the Pussy Wetting (production) manager, a true redhead, had a dreamy. The last thing the girl did before she handed Sandy a mirror was to rub something in her hair then she fluffed and teased it, making it look thicker and fuller. When she was done I was shocked at the transformation. Sandy looked like one of those floozies in school that always had a troop of boys following her. For the first time in my life I felt a rush in my nuts from looking at a girl. I knew Satan’s imp was in me but I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of my eggs getting warm, my pecker. ’ I was sincere. ‘I know that, but I don’t think I would have taken no as an answer. So, in that regard I feel absolutely responsible. I brought you here so you could heal, not end up with more problems. What I was trying to avoid, I caused. I feel so bad.’ ‘It’s okay. I would have pushed myself even more if I were home by myself. Look at it this way, I have a few weeks to do nothing but concentrate on bookwork.’ And do my research, but I left that part out. Boris came into the kitchen,. She moans and cries without restraint and doesn't care -- she could be anywhere, she could be within a stadium full of people and she would not care. She bucks her hips against the object, allowing it within her, her legs splayed wide, accepting the intruder within her body. It delves deeper within her in reply. Her cries reach a peak and then, silence. She freezes, her body still, but her eyes and mouth open, as if in shock. Then, her head rocks right back, her eyes shut tight again, her face.