30-11 am.I unlocked the door and went in. Not much luxury, but it didn’t matter as all we needed was closed doors and windows, a mattress and no one...to disturb us. We had it all.She was looking smoking hot that day, don’t know if it was because I was looking at her fit the first time that too to have sex or she was always so hot. She wore a black jean, white top and a net kinda black cloth over her white top.As soon as we went in age wanted to use the washroom as she had just travelled 2 hours.. She was in her mid thirties and looked as though she was in a hurry. Leslie was lying back with her head still in the sink where her hair had been washed. The girl who had performed that task was now preparing to do her tails. Lesley's heart rate was now back to normal and the dyke who had just fingered her had left. Rob also had vanished. The stylist then started cutting Lesley's hair. She didn't ask how she wanted it....in fact she didn't even speak. She was grateful for the fact she had. I sat back down and we sipped a little more beer and talked. I leaned in and kissed her. She melted. I kissed her harder and probed my tongue into her mouth. Time seem speed up. I moved my hands from her back and hips to her breasts and felt her through the bib overall top. She placed her hands on mine and moved them away. I thought, dammit! She then unfastened her bib and dropped it. I went to kiss her again and she leaned away smiling while removing her blouse and bra. At that. He swore that nothing like that would ever happen again-that he would never force me to do anything that I didn't want to do and that if I didn't want to have oral sex with him, that's just the way it would be. But I'm not a particularly forgiving person. Anyway, I knew that the cycle of abuse, apology and further abuse was the most likely course unless I took control of the situation. Chris was certainly right about one thing, though: nothing like what had happened that night would ever happen.