For some reason shewas guiding me toward long full hair saying I need this to protect myhead, like the turban is doing now. Not sure what she meant, b...t she hasalways been right before it seems.We both agreed I should do the wig instead of the turban. She suggestedI talk with my doctor tomorrow and get her approval for medical reasons.Tomorrow came quick, I found myself back in my doctors office talkingabout the wig idea. She agree it could work but warned me it has to be aspecial kind due to. Gently revolving and pushing my fist into her squishiness, she climaxed violently. Gemma leaned forward pulling the crop-top over her head, and for the first time I got to see her fabulous nipples on tiny breasts. She moaned as I squeezed one breast and chewed on the other nipple, then abruptly stood up, grabbed me by the thong and marched downstairs.Molly and Becki had come in from the garden and were locked in a 69 embrace on the leather sofa in the conservatory. Gemma joined them on the. " My truck, my topic." Zeke chuckled. "I'd really like to get me a skinny boy to own." What do you mean 'to own'?" Patrick asked."You know; to be like my property, my own personal little sex slave." Zeke answered."Good thing slavery is i*****l in this country." Patrick retorted."Shit! In this part of Arkansas, anything goes long as there ain't no one around to find out about it." Look, maybe going to your place isn't a good idea." Patrick said fearfully."No matter, honey, we just arrived.". Thankfully, mom wasn't home when I got there. I really didn't want to explain what happened in this state. I needed someone to talk to though, so I called Jamie. It didn't take long for her to arrive, and she immediately hugged me."Hey girl what happened? What did this jerk do to you honey?" Hearing these words calmed me down a little bit. I explained everything that happened to her and cried again."Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry... forget that jerk he doesn't deserve you. Come on let us fix your.