Wait a minute – we just got a new style in yesterday and it would look marvelous on you ... I’ll be right back.”“They sure do help you, don’...t they, Rich?”“That’s how they get you to come back ... by treating you very well. You like the red or camel better?”“If I could only pick one—the red, but I’d really like them both.”“Mom was right – you know how to manipulate, but I love it.”“Knock – Knock,” Katrina said, as she came back in.“We’ll take both of the Cable dresses she tried on,” I quickly. Shit!It was three minutes per the clock on the mantle before he pushed the buzzer. She buzzed him in. He took a seat on the smallish gray sofa across from where Marian Carton stood.“Yes, do have a seat, Mister Carton. And what’s the excuse this time/” she said.“Honey, you helped me out of a jam. I tried to make it up to you. I failed, but I tried,” said William.“You are a loser aren’t you, Mister,” she said. “Well, we have something in common in that respect. I’m every bit as big a loser as you. Andrewimmediately threw the wig down only to pick it back up. His dick hadbecome completely hard at this point and was starting to become a littlepainful. He needed release. A release that he somehow knew would onlycome when he put the wig on. Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed,Andrew gave in and pulled the wig over his brown hair. Andrew felt astrange tingle on his scalp for about a minute. When the tingle stopped,his dick exploded it's load all in his underpants, soaking them. Left wasted. They each had grunted and heaved atop me, pushed hard with one last manful thrust, then spewed their filth within and upon my body. The young man approached under my glare of hatred and condemnation. He slid his helmet from his head revealing a shock of short blond hair matted with sweat. He ruffled a dirty hand through it as he cast about the room. He took up an old headscarf, one that had once belonged to my mother, and knelt before me. He dabbed and wiped at the carnal residue.