Dominic smiled at her as she slowly turned for him. She ran her hands over her body, down her sides and back up to cup her ample breasts, lifting and ...queezing them together as Dominic watched with rapt fascination. Slowly humming a haunting melody, she swayed to the music she was making, obviously enjoying the feel of her body through the fabric of her gown. Her hands were everywhere, roving all over her body, kneading and stroking and caressing. As she reached behind her to find the fastening. When Karen said, "Here's your reward girl. Eat his cum!"I realized that she was pouring my own cum from the condom directly into my mouth. I was eating a man's cum.Karen continued, "Isn't it wonderful? Isn't that the most delicious thing you've ever tasted?"I couldn't disagree with her. I felt so feminine and so much like a real girl as I thought about the fact that I actually was eating a man's cum. I moaned my delight and appreciation, which just egged her on.She then said, "Alison, if you're. 10 minutes later we were in the bedroom and it was my turn to have her.I was so intent on proving I could fuck her better than a bloody dog and I was pounding her. “Slow down honey” she said between moans “make it last”. I did as I was told and humped her for about 10 minutes before unloading. She had already cum once. “That was so good darling” she said cuddling up to me. “If you are happy with me why the dog” I asked. She explained that from the very first time she loved the pure animal sex. I was almostsure of it. Men don't go into salons. Well, some do, but they don't doit in a skirt.A million what ifs ran through my mind. What if a friend or acquaintancesaw me or, for that matter, anyone I knew? What would Jess really thinkof me if she saw me mincing around the shop, sweeping up and washinghair?My masculinity, whatever there ever was of it in her eyes and mine,would be shot! Could I really risk it?Still, the part of me clamoring to be Katrina gnawed at my betterjudgment. I stood.