Her hair was black, like a rook’s feathers and cascaded down her back almost to her waist. Her eyes were black too and seemed to flash. Her costum... was exotic, the finest, shimmering silk of blues and golds and whites. She took my breath away. I felt that we were destined, intended.’ “I think, Polly, we have a murder.”“What makes you think that?” So, I told her. The secret messages I’d found in that little, locked book. “Well, it still doesn’t mean it’s murder. It could be that she was. We kissed again, then I walked into the bedroom to change back into myFrench maids dress. She walked in after me and watched me, then wrappedher arms around me and nibbled on my ear. "I hope to see you again soonSam, think about what I said, I'll pay you well and.. Keep you veryhappy," she whispered to me, then got changed as well and lead me down toher Mercedes.Her hand rested on my smooth thigh as she drove me to Samantha'sapartment, caressing higher and higher as she drove. My soft moans. The hair fell off in clumps. Terry sprayed her shortly cropped hair with shaving cream and took his shaving razor and started to shave her bitch head except the small pony tail I held. Barry kept fucking her pussy enjoying our hair removal. Terry shaved every bit of her hair except the pony tail cleanly down to the scalp. I ran my hand over her smooth scalp. I pulled the little pony tail and she looked up at meBegging, helpless, wondering what I would do next. HMMMMM, what next?Tommy . The tip of his cock slipped between my thighs, coating his length with my flowing juices. I ached for him to take me. Tried to adjust the angle of my hips so he might take pity and slam into my searing cunt instead, forgetting about my back door.But he was driven and pulled back, chuckling at my hollow attempt to change course. The head eased against my dark star and I squeezed my eyes shut as he applied forward momentum, splitting me millimetre by millimetre.The pain and heat concentrated in.