She begins to take the curlers from your hair and brush you out. Shesprays what seems like lot of hairspray, and your hair itself seems tohave been p...erfumed. After what seems like hours of her fussing with yourhair she is finished.Miss Vicki turns you to a mirror. You gasp and your heart races. Youhave been given a beautiful womans hairstyle. It has curls and waves andis sort of fifties. What's more the color has been changed. Instead ofyour normal color it is a cute shade of auburn red. I poured her a drink and made it kind of hard hoping she would shut up. We sat on the couch and was watching espn pretty much in silence. She asked if she could use my bathroom and I said yeah it's in my room. I heard her go in and come out. She never came back into the living room and I heard her ask what's all this stuff. I went into my room and she was looking at all my Marine Corps items. She asked if she could put my camouflage blouse top on. I said sure why not. I was really hoping. Alex, for his part kept an eye on her for any signs of boredom. Not because Monique asked him to, but because Monique could not afford to lose her and he would make sure that she got what she needed. So far she was happy with her job.It is difficult to be ugly in Paris. That was the first thought Samantha had when she met Amanda. Her second thought was that she wanted to take lessons from Michelle. Where she was sure Amanda had to work to be as she was, she was equally sure that Michelle's look. You know it's time." "Please, Sir," she moaned, "please use me. May I touch myself now? My I play while you use me, Sir?" "Of course. I love to see you twisting and cumming with me. Touch that wet pussy, little one." I beging fucking her mouth, holding tightly to the blond tresses, and controlling her face, as I fucked into her throat. She was gagging now, and the tears were beginning to trace down her face, but I knew her fingers were ticking her pussy and button. She opened wider for me,.