My own hand was frozen in a tight grip around the head of my cock. Time stood still as Julie, excruciatingly slowly, lifted her hand from her waist to... turn the page. She turned her head to check again that I wasn’t watching her from the kitchen, and satisfied I wasn’t, she licked her lips once more before returning her right hand to its task. “Oh my God,” I actually heard myself gasp in response to Julie’s fingers burrowing beneath the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. The pink and purple. She has the most gorgeous small-B breasts, and her nipples are also small, in nice proportion. Their normal condition, I guess, is quite placid, soft, but they have this ability to spring to attention … much like something else I could mention. And, as I held my thumb exactly where it was, I could feel the nipple gradually pushing more and more against it.As much as I love to touch her, my thought process here was that she'd be mega-pissed if I woke her up, especially when she had to be up. Much later with Dee sprawled on the couch in a comatosedaze, Hollywood pulled out and came over to where Weaseland I were watching and said – –“It’s about time we moved her to a bed where we havemore room to work than on this couch. Can we use yourbedroom?”“Sure,” I replied. “It’s through there,” pointing to aclosed door at the end of the hall.-= Chapter 8 =-Hollywood took Dee’s right arm and coaxed her into anupright position on. Obviously, the client referred to the master and not the helpless victim lay before her. She gazed at the silky black hair with pity, but she didn't have a choice except to do what the client wished. She picked a brush and coated it with the salon's mysterious concoction. As Bambi brushed the black hair, the brush applies the Salon's special mixture of bleach. Quickly enough, the previous silky hair had now become coarse and losing its color. Minutes later, the special bleach finished turning.