I found a beauty salon and went inside. I got my fingernails painted a nice candy apple red and, since I was there anyway, I got my toenails painted t...e same color. Cindy, the pretty blonde who did my nails, was telling me how hot they looked and I was nodding in agreement. Then Cindy headed for the register. Holy shit. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t have any money. I began to stammer. ‘Ummm…Cindy…you’re not going to believe this…but…I forgot to bring money with me.’ Cindy looked. I hated the suspense. I hate not being in control. She licked the strap on then strapped it to her waist. She laid down on the king size bed next to me."Climb on." she said with her hand on the strap on. I wanted to but I was afraid it would hurt."No need to be afraid." she said."I am not afraid." I said trying to look brave. I moved on top of her and aligned the top of the strap on with my vagina. I sat down allowing the half of strap on to go in. There was a sudden pain in my cunt. I closed. His jeans felt tighter again.Trying to distract himself, Ed pointed at the screen. "Your little boy, I assume?"Chrissy shook her head. "Actually, no. He's my husband's son, from a previous relationship. We don't get to see him that often — he and Mike's ex-girlfriend live in Nashville. Boy, does she hate me," Chrissy said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed."In fact, that's why Billy is in Atlanta with Mike this weekend. Ellen's more than happy to let him come for a visit when I'm not. She was a young Japanese woman who was as mysterious as her employer and was seldom seen outside other than to run some errands in a large hearse-like car which made her diminutive proportions seem even more minute. She manuvered the hot water on wheels out of the garage and out onto the streets. We caught onlt flleeting glimpses of her and she never acknowledged our existance, looking right through us. We still could not help be mesmerized by her strikingly feline beauty. I decided to meet my.