The stage grew progressing larger as it came closer to town andthen you could hear the beating of the horse's hoofs. The noise fromthe wheels and the ...ack grew as the stage came closer until itfinally stopped in front of the depot with a cloud of dust followingit, then engulfing it.The depot master moved towards the door as he reached for thehandle. He opened the door and looked in, then stepped back so thatthe lady could exit the stage. He couldn't see her face at first asshe was wearing a. Butshe would also take it away from me. From long experience I knew that Ibetter have a hair style in mind, or she might just pick one that Iwouldn't like! In my room, I went on the Internet, and did a quicksearch on hairstyles, picked several that I liked, and printed themout. At least I would have something to go by when we were at thesalon.I heard mom come in, but stayed in my room. I didn't want to seemanxious, even though I'm sure that mom knew I was. It was dad I wasworried about. A few. I have long brown hair, which I don’t curl; I let it hang straight down to my butt. The boys at my high school tell me I have a nice ass and nice long legs.My dates always try to get into my panties but I haven’t let any of them yet, except to finger me. I keep my panties on, my rule number one until I go all the way. I let them take everything else off though and they are free to play with my breasts and suck my hard nipples. I get very wet when they do this and my panties are soaked by the. I called for a coach and commented her gently into my house and office. »Candela«, I said, »You are not my slave here nor my prisoner! After I have detected your own wishes and future intentions I could provide you with helpful advice and further assistance!« She was glancing down at me even when I was still standing, her black hands well trained behind her back. Her smell though was quite disturbing, so I led her trough to the bathroom and run the taps. I told her to undress and to throw her.