3. The Infrared Nova Implosion Styling AsylumOwners: The seven stylists.Opened: October 31, 2002Ambience: Very modern and more than slightly strange t... downrightbizarre, With booths that range from bright colors & chrome, alongsideones that are black on black to one that looks like a transplantedforest, All with an overall Hogwarts meets Babylon 5 and does theMatrix look. The building housing the I.N.I.S.A. is two stories tall,quite large and owned by the seven who work there.Equipment: All the. The straps came off my thighs and ankles and I slumped in the chair. As my thoughts cleared the sting in my bottom and the harsh feeling of the plug came to the fore once more. I looked over and she was locking the cupboard. For the time being my time in this room was over. I stood up, a little shakily and walked over to her. Every step made me conscious of the plug and the wet feeling of the thong between my legs.My voice had come back, and I felt I had to say something. “Thank you, Miss. “Mistaken.“No, no, it is you, “ I said, shocked by the fact he was here. “I thought you liked futas. You married me.”“You fucked my wives!” he spat out, his eyes going wild.“But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn't adultery for a woman to lie with a futa,” I said. “You said—”He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked his cock as he watched, furiously. Miss Evans was bucking her hips in my direction, but my face was flush against her stiff little bud. Her instructions were clear.“Suck on it now, Paul.”I pulled it into my mouth as much as I could and I sucked on it. Miss Evans hit cloud nine and I almost followed her. Thomas’ hands were around my cock and I felt him pull on it as I sucked her sex. I gasped out loud when a rush of liquid filled my mouth and splashed over my face. Miss Evans was groaning loudly and filling the room with verbal.