I could feel them slide right in and this orgasmic feeling overcame my body. She pulled out her fingers, and I missed them instantly. I watched as she...licked her fingers, and then positioned her stiff cock against me."You're going to take it and love it, you submissive whore." She said in a calm stern voice.I just nodded. She smiled and pushed the penis into my pussy. I gasped and moaned as the large thick shaft pushed deeper and deeper into me. I felt myself cumming one after another with each. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” I asked, trying not to focus on his gorgeous lips which broke into a sexy lopsided grin when our eyes met. “I asked if you had change for a $5 because the change machine won’t take my mangled money.” He revealed a five dollar bill that was dog eared. “Of course. I always have ones because I waitress at O’Malley’s.” Did he need to know that last little bit of information? I always seemed to say too much when I’m nervous. I reached into my pocket and gave him five. Hell, it wasn't even hard anymore. 'You want me to fuck you more?' She said, as she let my cum drip onto my hole and started massaging it in. 'Christ yeah!' I said, all taken over by moment of clarity, not caring about this complete role reversal. 'Take some more poppers and I'll fuck you.' Looking back, I know she planned all this, that she picked up straight guys and introduced them to new found pleasures from the dark side of life. Pleasures that society sees as a transgression. But I don't. .." I said. "Maybe next time. Only one of us should look like apoodle at a time." That comment got angry look from the stylist. Iturned and went back to my chair, but soon I got bored.I wandered back again to check out Rina's progress. By now, Rina had allthe perm rods in, she looked scared and very uncomfortable. So I spokeup. "Hey lady..." I quipped. "Can you get HBO with that set-up." Rinalaughed and it appeared to relieve her stress, but Stern Stylist wasn'tamused. In fact, she.