.. He had been coming on to me for some time and one day I decided to chat for a while. “So what do you do for living?” I asked. “I'm a ...ber�... he replied.“What? I didn't hear you.”“I am a barber” he repeated loudly. “WHAT?!” I could not believe my ears. All those fantasies became vivid in my mind in a heartbeat. I knew I shouldn’t miss this opportunity to make them real. So for the next couple of weeks I was pretending that his seducing techniques were working, encouraging him to make a move. He stepped out of the suit, lifting it up and folding it (atone moment fingering the suit's empty vagina), quickly shoving it inEmily's bag."I guess that just leaves us two. Won't last long at all, though."Marcus wasted no time as he quickly closed the blinds, tossing the Emilysuit on the bed. As he reached for chad's suit. There was a bright redcircle on the back of his neck, indicating that this used to be aperson. This was in contrast with Emily, who was merely a suit both heand Andrea had. ..” Susan hesitated a moment. “...oh let's say, your age bracket?” Dean Malcomb was again focused on Susan's protruding nipple bumps. He licked his lips then replied to her question. “Susan, I think I can say with certainty that your tits...er...forgive me, I mean new uniforms are very appealing to the older crowd. I, for example, have attended more games this year than I ever have, and I most assuredly am attracted to the cheerleaders and their attire.” “Oh thank you, Dean Malcomb. It. How did you know?" I've got mugshots of all the attendees. It's a security measure against gatecrashers. You're booked into Room 26." The woman handed me a key and indicated where I should sign in. "Is this your first time?" Yes. And I don't mind admitting I'm nervous," I said, writing my details in what I hoped was an unrecognizable scrawl."That's perfectly normal, but it'll soon pass. Would you like me to run through how everything works?" Yes please." I probably knew it off by heart but it.