"We need you to grow your hairand your nails. From now on you will not have either cut without mypermission."Jenny nodded."For now, this blonde wig wi...l do," said Miss Smith, placing a blond wigon his head. The wig gave him long straight hair to bottom of his back."We will do something about your nails now."Taking a set of false glue on nails Miss Smith stuck these small 1 inchnails on Jonnie's fingers. When they had set, she then proceeded to painthis nails and toe nails a bright pink.. But what I can do is to never let that happen again. And so, I wanna tell you, Priya, that I still like you”.And she replied, “Well, you waited long enough”. Why do girls play these mind games with us? Just a simple yes or no would’ve sufficed. If the reader wants to call me an idiot for not reading between the lines, go ahead. My heart was pounding at the moment, and all I could think of was the possibility that she didn’t like me.And so I asked her “Is that a yes or a no?”. And she replied. Her hazel eyes peered over the rim of the glass, looking at my bulge. A smile curled her lips, spilling the water in the shallow chalice of her clavicle. “Sweet mother of god I love those eyes.” I put the coffee mug next to her. She grabbed my cock through my boxers, kneading it gently.“Is he okay?” I chuckled. “Skin’s a bit tender. You monster. Show me some mercy sometimes.” “As I remember it, you didn’t protest at all.” “No I did not.” “No, I did not,” I said. “I had my mouth full.” She. Siza was holding my head and I wasn’t fighting her. She told me to be gentle as I tried to look up and nod. I became aware of I think two more people standing over us as Siza told them to make themselves comfortable while she taught me my lessons.They all started talking about stuff unrelated to me with my tongue engaged trying to remember the names of the parts Siza had just recited to me. “Honey, use a finger or two to insert into Siza, here, and lift gently, repeating, and she likes that G.