She wore glasses, too, but they weren't the same style he wore. "You're playing some kind of joke on me. Those aren't my glasses," said the keyboard...player."Yes. They are. I am you, after all." Right. What the heck does that mean?" I am you," answered the girl. "You and I are the same person." That's impossible." Why do you say that? Why do you think it's impossible?" Because I am right here and you are over there," explained Johnny."Just because of that? That's not a very good reason.". Figuring that they better leave on that note…they did.Lisa and I battled on. The stakes got higher.I was the one that twisted it…I bet Lisa she would have to fuck her own son…thought she would fold; I had an Ace high full house. She did not…yes, I did not back down.I dared her that she would have to fuck her son. She did the blood oath…in her life she never broke an oath. It was the end of that game…promised that in the future I would give her a chance at retribution.A couple of days later Neal. I’d do me!Finally he bent down and pushed the little strip of the crotch in my bottoms to the side. I found that a turn on. It made me feel dirty when he just pulled my clothing aside and it didn’t come all the way off. He was teasing me and was doing a fucking awesome job. He still wouldn’t stick his cock in my dripping wet cunt but he did start to use his tongue. Thank God because I was ready to explode.“Oh yeah!” I cried. “Fuck yeah!” Then he stopped and just stared up at me beaming with. This time a beautiful blonde with thick hair to her waist. She, too, asks for “the works.” My third customer is a very cute redhead with really thick hair. She wants an Italian “boy cut” and she gets it – everything. When I’m done, all four of us end up in the whirlpool spa and one at a time, we fuck till I can hardly move. I then simply pass out.When I awaken, I find myself strapped into my own bar-ber chair. My arms are tied to the arms of the chair and my legs to the outside of the foot.