.. Do you want me to cut your amazing hair and leave it as if a donkey had bitten it, all uneven? Or do I directly shave it off to weave a wig for Gin...ger?"I said in my thinnest, shaky little voice: "No, please leave it as is, please!" You said it", Gabriela replied. She put the knife before my eyes, I could see my fear reflected in it. "Look at it, Karla, take a good look, for the first time I´ll show you fear in a handful of dust!". She pointed the closet and ordered, “Now, prepare Karla for. **** I look at myself in the mirror. Do I like what I see? Oddly, yes. It’s sickening to admit, but sometimes I’m a bit entranced with myself. It’s ridiculous, no one else is. I’m a solipsist, yes. But why not? Is anyone else falling over their heels to love me? I’m a bit of a munchkin. I’m too short, I suppose. But I really do love the face I have. It’s round, pale, innocent. I wear heavy glasses, I have little piggy eyes. It’s a 19th Century face, Victorian, not the perky, fake, plastic face. What just makes everything twice as bad is when you discover that the poor misguided folks that have been aiding and abetting your nasty alien visitor like things this way, and take a rather unhelpful attitude towards your kindly humanitarian assistance.Today was a perfect example ... and as usual my timing and luck was pretty shitty. We were surrounded now and about to be under attack from three sides at once. Inside the doorway of the consular house, I could sense just with the rising hairs. No, that feels really good! Keep going… Abigail murmured. Encouraged, Jacob slipped the tip of his finger inside her, and then all the way in. Its so warm! he said, and from where Abigail was sitting she could see that his cock was already getting hard again. Do you see the little bit at the top of my cunt? Abigail asked. She wanted him to get her off fast, she had been turned on for way too long. Yeah, said Jacob, What is it? Thats my clit. Touch it and play with it gently for me, please. He.