“Actually, yes. She once did it while we were driving down the motorway. She undid her jeans and slowly slid her fingers inside her pants and stroke... herself for half an hour. She only stopped when we hit a traffic jam, she didn’t want some lorry driver looking down into out car and seeing her doing that.” He laughed, she could be a minx, sometimes. She did that kind of thing to wind him up, or turn him on. He was never quite sure which, neither was she. “She let me watch.”“I can see you liked. "Really?" he asked surprised."No Twinkletoes men who paint their toenails are not my type. Neither areguys named Twinkletoes. Have a nice day Twinkletoes," she said bluntlythen hung up the phone."What's the matter baby, nobody wants to paint your toenails for you? Iguess I'll have to do that," Cindy said."Try the bridal shop sweetie," Francine's Bridal Shop," said the woman pleasantly."Hi....I ...uhm.....I'm going to formal dance and I need to get fittedfor a prom dress...." The last words came. A sudden gasp escaped from Wanda's mouth, an all too familiar reaction to this gesture. Pulling a handful of locks upward, he positioned the scissors at the base of the hair, near her scalp. She stopped moving, remaining motionless. “Go for it,” she whispered, after a brief moment of hesitation, enjoying that small amount of anticipation. The shears tore sharply through the tresses, and with each slice, Wanda moistened between her legs. Gregory's erection remained firm inside her during this. But in some of the pics, she was in her room. And from that I knew, it was defiantly her. I asked where he got these pics from, and told me it was on a revenge porn site. And trust me, I checked, for days. And there's at least more that 400 pics of her doing solo pics. To be honest, I thought I was in heaven! That is, until he told us the reason why he called us to his place. "Guys, we can do the real thing! Just like every Bondage shoot, the real thing is finally here!" Oh yea, so we.