What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the...ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another route."I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or. Her body filled with excitement, she slowly reaches her hands to his Belt and begins to unbuckle it and pulls it off. Unfastening his pants and zipper,she can feel his Erection before sliding them off. Without any control she is pulling up his shirt over his head and Drop it onto the floor. The feel of his toned,tight back makes her feel safe,even though she Doesn't even know his name.He takes his time undressing her as he makes it clear to stare at every part of her full figured body.His hand. The one whoholds the thing she cannot think about stands aloof. He is waiting.His time will come.Her cunt is tight, her mouth warm and quasi-willing. The sight of herslender body writhing in the throes of a double **** is enough to getthe other two men off. All four men come more or less together: theone in her pussy grunts and twitches, and the one in her mouth shootshis load down her gagging throat, and the other two finish themselvesoff Bukkake style, ejaculating all over her cheeks and. There was no question that I needed practice walking in heels as I stumbled and tripped my way over the hair stations. Once we were settled in our chairs, Heather introduced us to Kim who would be helping us with our hair. Kim was almost the complete opposite to Heather’s conservative look wearing a pink tank top and a short denim skirt. She was a very attractive petite red-head and about five feet tall in sneakers and looked to be about thirty years old. Kim said that she could probably style.