She comes closer to me and we start kissing. I suck on her tongue and lips and then she walks to her wardrobe as I film her from behind. As I stand be...ind her I grab her buttocks and squeeze her bum cheeks from the middle as she looks for what she is going to wear. I lift her silky nighty and pull down her blue satin panties and stretch her bum cheeks and stick my middle finger inside her asshole as she moaned in pleasure. I just love her wide bum so much, can't take my eyes off it and love. The gate was ornate, but no less secure. It was a grid-work of heavy metal bars, mounted on a frame that looked like it weighed as much as an armored car.There were four retractable steel and plascrete structures that looked like dragon's teeth, those anti-tank obstacles used in all those holocasts about old wars. They were embedded in front of the gate to prevent anyone from attempting to smash through, though Kat would have bet that even one of the old tanks would have been able, dragon's. But now consider yourself, dear Ladies of Fictionmania. Maybe you have andmaybe you haven't, but when you are brought to that red door, commanded toenter, forced to experience something which is not natural to you, whathappens to you?For some of you, Sisters of Fictionmania, to have that door into thatBeauty Salon open to you is what you have wanted for yourself all yourlives. The Beauty Salon confirms who you are. What you are. How you wantto be. You WANT to walk through that door, into your. I saw her get a personal wipe out of her purse and clean her pussy off. She kissed him and they drove away. I looked at the wipe laying there and the thought of what it contained made me come a fourth time.She was gone a week. The company called and told me where the rehab was and sent over plane tickets for the following week. When Susan came back on Friday, she was tired but happy. She told me that my boss fucked her every night to break her in. She talked about her co-workers and how nice.