''Like what?''Like being able to slap on a bit of makeup to hide the cracks. So are you goingto sit there feeling sorry for yourself or are we going o...t to turn you from astill slightly pissed and hung over duckling and turn you into a glamorousswan.''Quack.'2And so it was, within an hour I was walking hesitantly into the SALON OF DOOM.I been scrubbed clean and was dressed in a pink lacy top thingy, a skirt thatdid not hide much of my bum and I was showing alarming flashes of the pink. Your hungry pussy lips seize him by the head and suck him up inside you.Audible moans escape both our lips as I bury him to the hilt, pausing momentarily to enjoy the tight hot velvety grip you have me in. But soon I withdraw to the tip before slamming hard into you again. You thrust back to meet each plunge of my thrusting cock and soon we are oblivious to all around us. Nothing matters but our all consuming passion. You try hard to suppress your grunts each time I plunge back into you but it. Molly knew that this was her fate, and chances were there was little she could do to avoid it.Then she got what she thought was a lucky brake. The dog stopped licking her pussy, sat down and gave her a friendly bark. She scooted past the toilet bowl and tried to escape. Molly got no more that two steps away before the dog caught her in a split second and knocked her flat. When Molly tried to get up, she made the mistake of pausing on her hands and knees a second or two before she stood. The. “GOT YOU” Felica Said. But was surprise when she saw Mary was wearing her husband webshoot. She blinded Felica with them and slammed her into the wall. She wrapped the Showed Cutrain around her and tossed into the bath rub and begand stomping.She had hid Peter Spare Webshooter around the house knowing that Felica was coming. She begand stomping her“LIKE THAT BITCH..hu..like that” Mary SaidShe picked Felica and slammed her into the shower. It hit the show nob and spreayed water down the wet.