I strained to accommodate him. I couldnt take it. He pushed the tip in gently. Stretching me. He leaned down and pulled my ass up off of the ground to...get a better angle. I opened my eyes to look at him. His muscles were straining as he drew into me. His face was very peaceful looking. He never looked away from me. Trying to concentrate on anything but the sheer pain his body was imposing on me I stared back. Sharp pain as he plunged his huge hard cock inside again. Harder. I watched his body. I'd estimate that sixty percent were blonde, twenty-five percent were brunette, about ten percent had black hair and only about five percent were redheads. This one had the darkest wine red hair I'd seen on this planet, maybe on earth either.To top it off she had dark green eyes and was beautiful, perfect. Since she was looking directly back into my eyes and smiling slightly I knew that I had finally sorted out the mechanism by which they found their mates. There was no doubt in my mind. I also. I have noticed you flaunting yourself. Your body beckons any sane man, you actions speak for them self that you want to be taken. Your mouth can deny it as much as it wants, but your body betrays you. Even now I can see the desire in your eyes, I can feel your body tremble. You may think you won't give in to me, but I know you will. I will take over the control you try to keep so close. I will make you beg for my touch, weep for my kiss, cry out for my possession. And when I am through I. Aviles that it would be okay for me to observe behind the two-way mirror. She tells us that the person who is being waxed soon forgets that they are being observed. She says Bliss Salon justifies the mirror by saying they use if for “quality control,” especially with new massage therapists and aestheticians.Mrs. Aviles and Danny then leave me and they go into the service room. I take a seat on a high stool, look down to see my wrinkle-free tan slacks, then my feet nicely meeting the carpeted.