” Many of the girls gasp in shock.He points at the girls, “These girls weren’t invited. They may come only if they stay the entire holiday and a...tend as my sex slaves. I’ll assign you one each to supervise for me. When we get to the house you’ll take them aside to change their appearance to ease identification and shave off their pubic hair. Dye or cut their hair or something, they must look to be different. They have until I finish assigning people to buses to decide if they’re coming.. I asked, "Would you like to stay over tonight and fly home tomorrow?" I'd love to. The shuttle plane wasn't too full so we should be able to get a flight." I'll call. What else do you want to do?" Can we go see the Henry Ford museum? I always wanted to see the old cars they built here." That would be fun so we will find out where it is." We located it in Dearborn and were able to reach it by bus. We made a day of it, topping it off with dinner and dancing in the hotel we were booked into.. They went lower before she dipped her hands into his pants. There she found what she was truly looking for.She held his cock in her hands. Part of her wanted to take it out for closer inspection, but she wanted it to be a surprise. For nearly six months she had been dreaming up their first encounter. She didn't want to spoil it because of her curiosity so she went by feel. Janelle was very impressed by what she found. Her small hand barely fit around his cock. Her thumb did not meet her. "What did you do, run up the stairs?" Laura asked her as she opened the door.Chanitra gave Laura her best crinkled-nosed, fetching grin. "Don't be flattering yourself, girl," she said. "Some one of your neighbors held the elevator for me. Liked my hair, too. Bet he wanted to fuck me. I could see it in his eyes. Do you like my hair?"Chanitra often wore her hair in African braids, and this time it was enchanting. They talked about her hair, and how long it took to be braided, and how bored she.