"What the F.... are you doing ?". "I'm getting revenge for all the bathroom treatment you have been giving me." "Please I just need to drop this turd ... will be back to full strength." "NO WAY !!! " I said. So here we were me with my cock in her ass and she is pushing as hard as she can to drop this turd. When we hear a scream coming from the house.I quickly pulled out of Gabby and she just let the turd fly when I did. Put back on the shorts and started to run. Fearing something bad might have. "This is what harlots such as yourself like to get," Peter sneered spitefully."Oh God!" I thought to myself, "I read about this sort of thing and now I'm getting it. I was scared, but I was thrilled and felt so incredibly sexy and worked up. My pussy dribbled slightly so that I felt a trickle of juice run down between the cheeks of my ass.The strap came thrashing down again, on a different angle this time so that it lashed at the side of one breast. I screamed. I couldn't help it. I lay there. I started my training, like most girls, as a hair washer and scalp massager. Most of his clientèle, were middle-aged men, with very little hair.I remember sitting on the first day drinking tea with my uncle and remarking that, but he laughed and said, 'Mariel darling, these men are bald because they have too much testosterone, big balls, and you washing their hair will work wonders for them'.I laughed as we always spoke like that, talking about cocks and balls, so I said, 'If you think that,. There was this guy at church. He was eighteen or nineteen. Being a good Southern boy, he even had two names…Lee Earl. The amazing thing was how sweet he was to the gap toothed little kid. I remember that summer my mother had put my hair up in curlers for the first time. It was horrible: these tight curls all over my head that no matter how much you brushed them would do nothing. But nothing did me except walk up to his house and show Lee Earl. He said something about me being a real beauty when.