Ithought this was just great, a strange woman that I met a few daysbefore was deciding how my hair should look. I tried to reason it withthe fact that...she was paying and maybe Mum told her how it should look.I just surrendered and watched as the hairdresser cut my hair. I thoughthe was taking a long time, as he took a bit here and a bit there. Aftera while, he took what was called a stapler and then pushed it against myears. It really hurt. Then he looked at the old woman and said that hewas. I pumped my fingers in and out of her wet cunt, my thumb massaging her clit pressing down hard, my other hand pinching her nipples alternatively. My rock-hard cock was throbbing, her head rubbed back and forth over my swollen member, I continued to mash my knuckles into her as her body bowed tight, her pelvis tilting upwards, as her orgasm broke. I slowed my fingers down as I enjoyed her cunt muscles tighten and release, then streams of come ran down onto my knuckles, between her arse cheeks. If I get my lips around his cock, then he thinks I'll just get my claws in him and get him to agree to a house that I want, so yes, that is a ploy. I don't know, but on the other hand, maybe Dwight can actually get the seller to budge,' I thought before I turned around and placed a hand over my crotch. 'My pussy is drenched; I feel it right through my skirt and thong. Maybe a blow job would work on either side, Dwight is cute. He might be in his forties, so roughly twelve to fifteen years older. "The hopeful expression returned to her face and she leaned back against one of the desks."You know," she said hesitantly, "I was the one who called you, and I was the one who, um, I was the woman who, well, it was me you met in that, um, we did it in that office!" Yes," he said with a slow nod of his head, "I see that now. I see why you're so upset." Do you?" she said desperately, “Do you really?" Well," he said, "yes, I can see why you're feeling, well..." Like a slut!" she finished for.