A couple of minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, getting up I went and opened my door, peering through the bathroom crack in the door I saw m...m sitting on the toilet running her finger over her slit as she moaned. I walked in and she pulled her hand away as I turned to look at her she smiled at me and made some remark to dad going out.I looked at her she was wearing a blue skirt and a turquoise top, her blue knickers were around her ankles. I leaned over her and slipped my hand down. “Master, please, I can’t take it anymore, please let me stop.” He motioned for the two girls to come over to him. “Let’s give her a break. Take off your blouses and bras, and lay down on your backs.” The two girls did as directed lying down side by side on the bed. He went back over to the table with the toys and tools spread across it. He picked up a package of small delicate medical needles and brought them back over the girls. He waved the package in front of the girls and asked, “You’re not. "You can take your hair OFF and really see it from allsides. You can work with both hands, too, instead of holding a mirrorin one and brush in the other." My new hairstyle was not trendy inthe sleek, straight, contemporary fashion that was currently en vogue.Kyra had dictated a slut like me looks best with a big, blowsy mane ofteased and lacquered curls. She purred how much she adored that styleon me, that it made me look deliciously CHEAP.Kyra made an appointment for us to consult with Dr.. As I walked inside, I met a beautiful woman who resembled the actress Phylicia Rashad, sitting at the front desk. She was a black woman about in her late 40's, with a short bob hairstyle. She was fine as hell, and I do mean FINE. I always had a "thing" for older women. Her breasts pushed against the button of her black blazer, the red top underneath displaying just a tad bit of cleavage. Her glasses made her sexier. Small bold frames on a gorgeous, light brown face just do it for me. Gosh, she.