Then my hair was carefully pulled through tiny holes in the cap. When theoperator finished, the wig was snug to my scalp and couldn't move freely.She ...sprayed my hair and wig. It was saturated with a strange smellingliquid. My scalp grew very warm. The operator then watched the clock. Shegrasped my hand and led me to a reclining chair over a sink. She washed myhead and ran a comb through the strands until my hair had been completelyblended with the wig.I was swiveled around and looked in the. A couple of times I made to reach out and take Jill’s hand, before stopping myself as I remembered. Daryl was a master at work, knowing when to speed up and when to slow down. When to use the full length and thickness of his fingers. When to keep his hand still and just use his thumb on Jill’s clit, sometimes thrusting straight in and out, sometimes twisting and turning his wrist to get extra friction and feeling for Jill.He continued like this for what seemed an age, inevitably bringing Jill. The words printed on the paper didn't interest him and he drifted from one news article to another before folding the paper and putting it on his lap. He looked out of the window again and saw the eastern sky beginning to get a little lighter. The sun would almost be up when they pulled into New York.Bruce heard words but he didn't really hear them until he realized the the man sitting next to him was talking to him, "Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."The man smiled slightly and nodded toward. Ughhh Mads… Just… Ugh… I moaned so much what I said didnt even make sense. Madison pulled away, and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues danced, and it felt fantastic. She stopped the kiss and smiled at me. She left a little trail of kisses from my chin to my collarbone. From there, she kissed both of my breasts, and continued her trek. She traveled to my stomach, and then went lower. When she got to my hipline, she tugged at my lower pajamas. She nearly ripped them off, and then stared at my.