“My hair... so messy... it needs to be fixed.” “I know what to do about that,” he stated, and then without warning, produced a small pair of s...ears from the pocket of his jeans strewn on the floor. A sudden gasp escaped from Wanda's mouth, an all too familiar reaction to this gesture. Pulling a handful of locks upward, he positioned the scissors at the base of the hair, near her scalp. She stopped moving, remaining motionless. “Go for it,” she whispered, after a brief moment of hesitation,. Then a hand was pinching my butt, and I wasn’t sure what to feel.Eventually, they stopped, and Tom’s voice said “Robot, walk.”My body came back into the kitchen.And that’s how it went for a couple of hours: orders for drinks, orders for snacks, stops to be fondled, and in between, waiting locked to the counter.And each time, the desire within my body caused it to tremble more and more while it was locked to the counter, awaiting its next trip.Then Tom’s voice said, “Robot, walk,” without. My mouth was starting to watermore and more as I could taste his precum, making his cock slide past mylips faster and faster, my mouth slurping louder and louder, in rhythm withhis thrusting hips and both our moans of pleasure. I knew he was going toblow and second now, and I was ready to taste his cum. I also realized thatI had gotten pretty good at cocksucking. I was doing a great job. I wasgiving him one hell of a blowjob. I was getting him to blow his load in ashort time. Even though I. This had the desired effect and very soon I lost awareness of my actual surroundings, losing myself in the memories of Renaud. I came very hard and fell forward onto the bed in a haze.When I came to, I could hear Panek in the shower, getting ready for work but I didn’t move, content to lie there, my mind with Renaud and my pussy full of someone else’s cum. Thoughts ran around in my head about what had occurred in the bar with Renaud. What did it all mean? Did he still want me? Why did he leave.