Earlier I have decided that, instead making my own hair style and make up, I would go to nearby Beauty Parlor and for the first time let professionals...do it. I left home for the first time in my life as girl. I didn't care anymore about others. I was real girl and wanted everybody to know that asI entered Beauty Parlor."Good morning, how can we help you?" asked hostess behind desk."I would like completely new look, hair style, color, make-up and manicure." Okay, please sit down and our. "Well! That was a surprise. I always thought you were court marshaled first, then defrocked. I wondered if I had been tried in absentia? If so, then I did have the right to an appeal? Well, if I could ever get docked, that was.The transmission ended."Sam, I can't get my grandfather on the implant."That settled it. We were being jammed. How I knew that, was a mystery to me."You wont be able to, love. They have cut our chips out of the link."Bonnie looked like she couldn't believe her ears. That. "W-who are you...?" I askedShe just giggled and pushed me over.I got up not sure what to do next. "HEY!!!" I shoutedShe just giggled and pushed me over with her finger again.This time i dodged itBut she caught me and threw me up about 10ft high."Oh.... Sh*t" i said and fell down. Luckily the sand broke my fall. This this time i used my grappling arm to grapple to her chest and punched her so strong she actually moved. BackJust after that moment, i found myself behind her."Naughty boy." She. When I was young, she took me to the movies and garden etc. She never went to school but knew how to read and write effectively. She used to join me during my studies.Now coming to her body, she had a milky complexion like most muslim women. She always wore a salwar kameez in the house, which was short sleeves and not completely sleeveless. Her tits are big and firm, her belly is flat and her ass is well rounded and wide. Her cheeks formed a dimple whenever she smiled, she’s cute and sultry..