I didn’t think I was going to get my flowers here so I gave a brief he’s an idiot comment and tried to leave. She asked if I meant it. I looked at... her, she was pretty, about 55 and a proper shaped womanly body and large breast that were, to be honest, struggling to break free from the shirt that imprisoned them. So I repeated the yeah, I don’t know what your husband is like but that is no way to treat someone and you’re gorgeous I said, his loss, or something like that. She half laughed and. “Yes Victoria.” I had no option. I was proverbially stuffed.Like a lamb to the slaughter, I followed Victoria out of the bar, down the passage and into the beauty parlor. The beauticians were waiting for me with great big grins on their faces. “Hi darling, welcome to our parlour”, the head beautician announced. Victoria laughed and they all laughed with her. “I’m going to watch this transformation sweetie”, Victoria told me. And then they took control.My clothes were stripped off, I was placed. Both leaned back and watched him, or rather watched his cock. 'What the hell was the game here?' Almost concurrent with that thought, he was aware of his scrotum heating up, the way a muscle ointment will heat up the skin. But then, within seconds he could almost feel the blood pounding into his cock, and without any lapse of time, it moved through semi-erect to a full, hefty erection, the kind that Hesta had been so proud to produce in him. Maybe more so, for it felt to be pointing to the. He brooded. "The old bag probably has a repressed foot fetish."******************** Stuie awoke startled by someone in his room moving past his bed up to his head level. He was exhausted after a very trying weekend. It was Julie who turned on his bedside night lamp, now. "Oh Julie sweets, climb into my bed and we will cuddle for a while before I have to get up and go to the bathroom to pee." "I have something I need to tell you, first."Her brother groaned. "Oh.