I did her nails, and critiqued her make up, helping her with eye liner and things like that that were harder to do for yourself.But I excelled at doin... her hair. By the time we were getting ready for our senior prom I could have worked in any salon anywhere. I could cut, color, style, shampoo, just about anything. I had practiced on Shawna for years and she always looked great.I think one reason I liked doing her hair was because we invariably did it after she took a shower. We weren't shy. I love being used for his pleasure. He pulls me up and puts my face down on the hood of his car. He runs his fingers up the inside of my thick thighs and feels how wet I am. "You love being my little slut don't you? You love taking my black dick into your mouth, and just letting me fuck you. That's right baby, that's right. You're my slut." His slams his dick into my tight pussy, I can feel him stretching me out. He pounds me faster and harder while slapping my ass. His ballsack hits my clit. I gave Connor a blow job and the waiter watched. I know it happened though because I can still taste his cum in my mouth. Connor said he was going to punish me when we get back to his house. The thought terrifies me. It also turn me on so much that I get wet just thinking about it. The entire ride to his house I think I should just turn around and go home but I cant I want to be punished. I want him to fuck me. Connor turns down this dark road. As I follow him I realize there is no other. I haven’t felt this way since my college days. I hate it, not being able to control my motor functions, potentially blacking out—what the hell was I thinking? Then again I wasn’t. Ananda: ‘Are you feeling okay?’ David: ‘I’m fine.’ I stalk my way back to the booth and plop down wordlessly. I engage in the chit chat learning that Michelle is very funny and she and Ananda are having a time exchanging jokes. I look at her date and I feel disgust. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or my genuine.