"Yes...I'msure you're not familiar with the standards of professional hair care.I'll help you today, but I'd strongly recommend learning a little abou...it before returning to work tomorrow. I'll be right back."A few minutes later she returned with her purse. She removed the hair tiefrom his ponytail, and brushed his hair for about a hundred strokes. Nextshe gathered his hair at the back, and twisted it around into itself.When she ran out of room at the top, she tucked the remaining lengthunder. I mouthfuck her for a good ten minutes, stretching her mouth out before telling her to turn around. I grabbed the lube (today I only allow my fiancee a tiny amount of spit on just the very tip of my cock, before cramming it roughly into her tight, pink, butthole) and rubbed it all over my cock, getting it slippery. Aileen looked back and saw what I was doing and figured out my plan. She quickly sat down, telling me she didn't want to, and was afraid it would hurt. She told me that she had never. Is that what he meant to do? I wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t moving and neither was I. I turned on the TV, hoping to focus my thoughts somewhere else, anywhere else but where they were headed. I flipped through channels and stopped on ‘Invader Zim’, a show we both loved. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his eyes on me, and he had the same look he had at the bus station. A shiver went through my body as I closed my eyes and pictured his lips on mine. My imagination was working overtime. I repeated the same thing once again foraround the same time. Finally It was over, or so it seemed as she removed herfoot. I then realised that she only removed her feet to take her shoes off. Shestrongly grabbed the heel of her one shoe and began swinging it through theair, slapping my genitals with the underneath of the shoefor minutes. I expected to pass out from the overwhelming pain but somehowdidnt. My screams were at an all time peak, The woman I only knew as mistresstold me I was in her.