What are you some kind of pervert? Well, you caneither be a good girl and do exactly as I tell you, or you can explain tothe police."David decided tha... maybe he would play along - for now - and allowedhimself to be lead into the salon. Inside the salon the d?cor waswonderfully feminine, a mixture of pale pinks and other pastel colours.To his delight one wall was covered with hood hair dryers and the airinside was heavy with the smells of his childhood observed hair sessions- perm lotion,. I parted the folds with my tongue, tasting the musky saltiness of her perfect sex, while my nose was treated to her musky essence mixed with a hint of her urine. Quickly my tongue found the tight, salty, tunnel leading to her steamy interior. After sucking on her labia and her clit, I stuck my tongue as far into her crevice as possible. It still had a lingering tinge of warmth and tasted and smelled slightly sweet, pissy and fishy at the same time. Such good pussy and I hadn't even fucked it. She was assuming Clive knew how to pick up a body overboard when the wind was coming from everywhere at once! Surprise! He’d never practiced that!Perhaps the prayer did work. As they edged closer, at a couple of yards away, the wind briefly died. They drifted to him and three girls pulled him in. He was conscious, just, his main concern was still that fucking canoe. Clive tied it to the back but said he’d cast it adrift if it affected the control too much. Then Marie pulled it in and tied it,. The people who wanted to send me a message had simple posted their thoughts on my car. Under both wiper blades was a stack of letters and notes. The messages ranged from reporters looking for an interview to mean and disgusting letters. There were even letters in the piles from various sex toy manufacturers making me offers to essentially be their paid mascot for some of their product lines.In addition to leaving notes on my car someone had taken it upon themselves to decorate my car. Written.