"Guess I was wrong..." Oh, good sir!" practically squealed Jessie. "Welcome to Salon Rock?t!" Wonderful news, young man!" cried an almost-giddy James...."As a prize,I'm proud to announce that you've won a makeover, absolutely free!"Ash gulped, for some reason images of his adventures in Celadon fillinghis mind. "Eh... n-no thanks..." he stammered as he inched towards thedoor; he failed to notice Jessie slink in behind him."Oh, but we INSIST!" she shouted, as she booted him in the back onto oneof. “Strip.” Mind still racing, but hesitantly, her shaking hands went to the top button of the white blouse and started to open it, fumbling. “What am I doing?” she thought to herself, tears welling in her eyes, as one by one, she undid the buttons. “Slip it off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor” was the next thing she heard.”Now do the same with the skirt.” Carolyn’s fumbling arms reached behind her and she found herself unzipping it and allowing it also to fall to the floor, leaving. I love mascara! She demanded that I dress in at leastwomen's jeans and a blouse when at home, to match my more and morefeminized face.I wondered what all of this was leading to, and one day it all becameclear. Cynthia again was working late, but called me and told me wewould play a special game when she got home. She asked me to put on thewhite Gunny Sax dress, (I now think of it as the dress of shame) and tomake myself up prettily, and wait for her to get home. I happily did asshe asked, and. Greg could feel the passion surging powerfully through Abby as she writhed and bucked under his exploring mouth and fingers. He knew her orgasm was nearing because he could feel the walls of her snug cavern contracting rhythmically around his intruding finger. As Abby’s passion mounted, so did Greg’s. He had to have her! He’d waited nine months, and couldn’t wait any longer! He moved so he was lying between her shaking legs, withdrew his hand from her, then he plunged his rock-hard cock into.