"I will take her mouth," said the taller white guy."Then I guess I get her ass," said Darkseed who was bald and a deep darkmuscular brown."She's awake..." said the tall guy. "Welcome to The Octagon, I am CommanderGoodson." What is the slut's name?" asked Driller."I am not a slut," said James, "I'm a... my name is Suzy." He triedagain, he had to tell them he was a man, but all he said was, "SuzySwallows."Driller grinned. "Well Suzy, you're a slut. It's in the contract."James tried to explain but. "I just watched her when she got up from her stool and walked over to the door. I heard the lock click. I must have been in shock because I didn't even try to get up as she came back over and sat between my legs again. By this time, I could feel that my juice was dripping and I know my lips were swollen. I was very embarrassed knowing that she could probably even smell me."Without thinking, Dana closed her eyes and her hand came up and began to caress one of her large breasts.Drew watched in. Their voices were low and becoming throaty as they talked quietly. The flickering candle light added subtle highlights to Jill’s (Dare I use the cliché?) peaches and cream face which was framed by a lustrous cascade of raven colored locks, and mesmerized Jack. Jill was no less effected as she stared with profound awe into the seemingly bottomless depths of Jack’s sepia colored eyes – their pupils so dark that they made her feel she was gazing into outer space. In the background, the plaintiff. Four of the salon's styling chairs were alreadyoccupied and, as I approached the reception desk, a fifth client emergedfrom the treatment area with a towel wrapped around her head. A tall,willowy stylist with black hair and lipstick guided her to the fifthstation. Like all the stylists, she sported several visible tattoos, aswell as a silver ring through one nostril. All had edgily styled andcoloured hair and carefully distressed clothes.The salon smelled richly of shampoo and hairspray and.