The owner of this enterprise was a lovely woman namedCarol, a mid 30’s divorcee who was a happy-go-lucky,loud, plump red head. I found out years...later she haddivorced her husband after many infidelities on hispart – divorce being something quite rare in the mid70’s in a town that was mostly still stuck in the 50’s.I started working with Carol, doing the usual things –fuelling cars, checking oil (not that I knew what thehell I was looking at, I just pulled the. I got up early Thursday to get to classes. I was done around one and thenheaded back to Paula?s salon for ?the works?. I told Paula that I wascommitted to being the third girl in the group. I had already gotten alot of work done and wondered if there was anything else? She sat downright next to me and told me about the other service they offer. ?Dana,what most girls like you want are breasts. Judging from your body size, Ithink you would be a C-D cup. Is that what you want Dana? Of course,. All I could do was mutter a yes, knowing I needed to please him. After a bit he pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent down and kissed me. All this time I had been trying to move my arms and free them from my trap and he would reach down and slap my hands when I tried. Now he took hold of his cock and with me leaning back a bit, he moved close and began to slap my face with his cock. "Does that feel good whore?" he asked. Looking up at him, "Yes" I answered and with that he slapped my face. The End of this chapterClarification, one: To use Nicole's body, Taylor has to use its reflexes. Her body strives to overcome the tics in the conflicting way of doing things, preferring its own. The more Taylor succumbs to Nicole's reflexes, the more he loses touch with his own. He merges with her body. If this story were illustrated, you would see his ghost form most sharply surrounding Taylor-Nicole's body when he-r was reflexively being least like her. What I couldn't find a place for, here:.