"Yes Mistress." I reply instinctively at her commanding tone. I sit on the bidet, and stare forward at my image in the mirror. "I am beautiful" I say... to myself, as Mistress places a chair in front of me and begins combing out my hair. I drift off into miscellaneous thought as she begins to snip bits of my red locks off here and there. About an hour later, she removes a few curlers from my head and lets my hair fall down, a nice pageboy look, I find out. I bring my hands up to my head to . Except her. Next to her Kimberly could hear the hissssssss of the bubbles ofcarbonation dancing on the surface of the liquid. She saw the micro-splash in the light of her bedside lamp thrown up by the burstingbubbles. They sparkled like small fireworks in a microcosm universe. Acelebration in miniature meant to welcome her to this world withbrightness and sparkle. She quietly loathed the tiny pyro-technicians for this jubilee in theface of her gloom. She picked up the glass, returned to. “I’d quite like to try the ribbed ones.”Alan had noticed the look on the woman’s face and smiled. “That’s fine with me,” he told her as he reached for a packet.“No, let’s get the big box. I think I’ll go with Bradley’s suggestion instead now.”The woman had stopped for a moment and pretended to look at the sanitary products on the next shelf as she glanced in their direction at the same time. Dawn spotted her but didn’t look directly at her. “I would imagine that he would prefer using the ribbed. One day during the summer we were canoeing at the sea shore and afterwards when we getting stripped out of our wet-suits she casually reached over and grasped my cock and said, “jeez Dad, that’s a large one” I was very surprised, while we never had a problem with nudity in the family, we never got that physical either. So the touch came as a shock, equally, the erection that resulted was also a shock. Olga thought this was hilarious, and couldn’t resist grabbing my cock again and squeezing it.