I guess it's good they don't fit me, don't want anyone thinking that they're mine." She wondered about the tags, but she didn't think it was worth it ...o search them too much. She closed the drawers with a frown.Suddenly, a high pitched voice played across the room. "Actually, about that..." She guessed that there must have been hidden speakers, as she had no idea where the voice came from. "Miss Olivia, you're here for rehabilitation. You very well may end up fitting into those sooner or. My own hands lather up I reach forward and put the soap back in the shower rack. You slide your hands between our bodies and reach for my cock, which was already incredibly hard. My hands cup your breasts, massaging them, your soft flesh becoming slippery from the soap. My fingers play with your hardening nipples. You toss your head back, resting it on my shoulder, and moan softly. The tip of my tongue traces your earlobe. As my hands kneaded your breasts, your hands are busy stroking my hard. N.no.. not really” said John“I'ts, eh, something we were working up to” said Mary“Well”, said Jess “let's see if we can make today the day”Using copious amounts of the lube that had appeared with the first strap-ons Jess began to work up to it by stuffing first two, then three,, then four fingers into John's assAt this new development I was, happily, no longer the centre of sexual tension, and both Mary's strap on and John's semi hard cock lay forgotten against my body as John collapsed on top. “Exactly. It’ll be fun.”“Alice, I’ve come to trust your judgment, but all of a sudden, I’m not so sure about you. I’ve never had fun at the barber’s before.”“That’s because you’re a teenaged boy. You don’t know how to do it right.”“And what’s the right way?”“Look, Jake, you’re a handsome boy, but you’re wasting it. Where did you get your last hair cut?”“There’s a Pro-Cuts near the mall. I popped in there. I was in and out in 20 minutes.”“That’s criminal. A hair cut needs to complement your.