..DEE:I sat there, in that chair, naked, repeating the mantra out loud, amused at how it tripped off the tongue so easily. "Small and helpless. Small ...and helpless." Be quiet, dear. You're not a parrot." Sorry, Ann. But, I am, you know." I suddenly giggled. "Small and helpless, that is. Not a parrot." Yes, dear." We were both silent for awhile. "You're leaking, dear," she commented. She pointed at my breasts, then down between my legs. "You're leaking both top and bottom." Oh, gosh!" I. Her fingers moved rhythmically in her lap, rubbing against the fabric of her tiny black skirt. She enjoyed teasing her body as long as she possibly could before actually making contact with her own skin. The game somehow made things more exciting, more intense. Her focus was interrupted by the unsettling sensation that she was being watched. Her eyes flew open and she turned to find herself staring into the face of a man dressed in black. His eyes were the deepest blue she had ever seen. . I allow him to press into me from behind. I raise one leg so he can ply my arsehole with his fingers. Do his dirty best at prepping my needy slut whore crack. I spread my legs, triangled out, my arms triangled up, pinned to the glass like a specimen but he’s only interested in licking my arse. My sweety, sweet arsehole being pampered by his tongue. My tightness giving just a bit as its tongue spoilt. He gets his tongue tip right in my butt hole. My hands squeak smudge down the huge glass pane. “You must be Frank,” she said, extending her hand. “And you’re Marie, Joe’s daughter, my pleasure.” I replied. I don’t know what possessed me, but instead of shaking her hand, I bowed continental style and gently kissed her hand. She laughed delightedly and proceeded to turn off the outside sign, the barber pole, and lock the door. “Safety first, Dad always says,” she said with a laugh. Then Marie settled me into the chair for my trim. As she began actually cutting my hair, I realized.