Heather went back to her office and got everything ready to go, then atjust before 4:30 (she had noticed Brad left promptly at 4:30) shewandered over ...o Brad's office and asked him if he would like tocontinue the conversation over a drink, when he hesitated, sheinsisted, saying, "My treat." Well," he agreed, "but just one."They ended up having three, for supper they made do with the free horsd'oeuvres, and an order of half price chicken wings. Conversation waslively and smiles and laughter was. My new name is Corecia. My friend is called Quanesha. We’re at Daddy’s place and we only wear clothes when we go out to pay our reparations to Black Daddy’s.”“Why would your daddy have naked girls at his place? I don’t understand.”“I’m not talking about my racist white daddy silly” Corecia giggled. I’m talking about our Black Daddy. This is his place. He helps us racist white girls make reparations to the Black race by fucking and sucking Black men! He gave us Black girl names so that we can. I used a knee to part her long legs and felt the warmth of her cunt against my stomach as I kissed her throat."I've wanted to do this from the first time I saw you" I said softly,"Frankie" It was barely a whisper as I kissed each breast in turn and worshipped each erect nipple, I felt the moisture between my own legs as I kissed her stomach, I could smell the heady aroma of a woman in heat and she whispered my name again as I touched my lips to her clean shaven mound.Her hands on my head guided. " I smiled, agreed, and she got busy. I had no idea it would take so long. After a while employees started to arrive, the salon opened, and customers began to show up, but all the while Kim kept her attention on me. After what seemed like hours of hair pulling, gluing, and cutting, Kim spun my chair towards the mirror and asked, "What do ya think?" My smile said it all. My hair not only looked fuller, it had gone from shoulder length to ass length. "Now let's get you cut and colored," she.