I was out in our kitchen when all the ruckus started. There was yelling and cursing and then I could hear Ray yelling and Clara screeching real loud. ...y parents and Annie heard it as well. All of us recognized Ray's voice, and it sounded like he was either in pain or seriously frightened. My father and I both got to the front door at the same time, but I was able to squeeze by him first and make it outside before him. By the time we had turned the corner of our house, we could see Clyde Gordon. The horror of the Upstairs Salon began with a change of clothes. Apretty sissy with his face carefully madeup, his hair perfectly permed,colored and stiffly hair-sprayed, his wrists scented with expensiveperfume, waist obviously tightly corseted, wearing a maid's uniformcomplete with cap, frilly apron and high heels, neatly stored Ed'sstreet clothes and helped Ed dress in yellow nylon panties, a yellowpanty girdle with front zipper, a pair of fuchsia tights with matchingleotard and silver. I burst into the door.''Darrell, Darrell,'' I ran upstairs , to the bathroom, to the kitchen , he was nowhere to be found. I stared at the stove, a note becoming visible. 'I hope whoever it was worth it.'I slid , my back sliding against the cabinets. The note to my chest. Tears starting falling , becoming a sob. Just when I thought I had no more tears. I was loud, screaming, kicking, my life was ruined. My home , ruined. My morals, ruined. ''Hello,'' it was knock at the door.''Daniece,'' a. Her back to the wall, he thrust himself inside her, she pleaded for him to fuck her harder as her nails dug into his back. Still clinging to his neck, she dropped her legs from his waist and turned towards the window. Bending over, she gripped the sill as he entered her from behind. She wanted to feel every inch of him, and he obliged. He fucked he at an excruciatingly slow pace, she thought it was never going to end until she felt his hair on her anus, then he withdrew and entered her again. .