And they lookrather messy. Today I put them in front of the dressing table andbrushed their hair extra thoroughly. And then I told them that bothneed...d a trim. I thought I believed that men's hairdressers are no goodat long hair. So, I said I would make an appointment with my friendMeredith. Jack looked at me with a concerned look, but neither boy saidanything.June 18.I called Meredith. She is as much a friend as a hairdresser to me. And Ihave cried many times in the hairdresser's chair. Everyone is starting to hate her, and if you don’t believe me, get to practice early and then see what happens to the conversation when she shows up. It’ll be dead silence.”“So, you’re not just trying to get her into bed?” She asked.“Nikki? No. I’m not. I was just trying to get her to cut the shit and keep her from making all her friends hate her.” He answered.Stephanie paused for a moment, then she said.“You should just go with it and fuck her anyway” she said. “She deserves it.”Zane was taken. Then he’s there between my legs, impounding me. Slowly in and out. He squeezes my tits, kneading them. He pinches each nipple in turn, then he’s rubbing on my clit. “Oh, Oh, Oh” my fists clench, my pussy tightens and pulses. I start to cum with this guy inside me. With my pussy milking his cock he slams hard into me, I feel him cum in me. I’m mortified, I’ve just made this guy cum inside me.But unlike the last time, the table isn’t tilted up and he’s not left the room. “Now what do we have. ?Yes, doctor,? the guard replied. ?Restrained as you requested.? ?Good.? The picture on the first page of the dossier was that of an American woman, or to be more accurate, girl. She was only 22, her name, Stacey Duvall. A leggy female, not unlike Irina herself, though her hair was bright blond and curled. She had thoughtful blue eyes, and the figure of a model. Irina decided to start with the woman, because they were more difficult to break. Most people assumed men were.