? Irina heard him rummaging through the cabinet for a moment."Okay, hands at your side, and stand still." Afraid of what theconsequences might be, Iri...a obeyed. She felt him pullingher wavy, raven hair out into a bunch and then heard a few quick *snips* -- hewas giving her a rough haircut. A few more snips and he put the scissors backin the cabinet. Irina couldn't see herself, butimagined it was probably the shortest (and worst) haircut she'd ever received. "Okay, now wash yourselfoff," said. I was sixteen years old and I couldn't wait to turn s*******n because that's when my father said I could start going out with boys, but he also said he had to approve of the boy asking me out. I remember lying in bed at night dreaming about which boy I wanted to ask me out on that first date. He wasn't in my class, he was two years older than me and his name was Lance. He was the biggest and cutest guy in school. As I was thinking about him kissing me, touching me all over my body, I found. The two of them grabbed what they could and dashed towards the house. Halfway there Samantha turned back and went back for the half empty bottle of wine.Hannah made it to the house and ran in through the patio doors and turned, waiting for Samantha. She wasn't far behind and Hannah gazed at her as she ran her bare breasts bouncing with each step, her hair now matted across her face and body. She finally made it to the house and stood panting, her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples. ..And, this is what frightens me: i am beginning to like being a whore! i like not having to make decisions, i like not having to cook, do the dishes, and clean the house... i like just being told who to suck, and who to fuck, i'm even beginning to like getting it in the ass! i like being naked, i like showing my tits, ass, and cunt to strangers... but most of all, i LOVE sucking cock...i have asked my owner if i could be a full-time whore and he said yes, but i would have to be ready to do.