We got in the car and headed into town. When we got intotown we ended up at Sheila's salon. "What are we doing here Olivia?" Well you can't be a girl ...ith that hair style and your nails need workas well." Before I could argue I was being pulled in through the frontdoor. "Hi Olivia, is this the sissy you told me about?" Yes, he needs a great new hair style along with nails and makeup and Ineed her done in 2 hours!" I didn't like the sounds they were makingand I definatly did not like being. "Mark felt himself starting to shake. She knelt down and spread her legs wide, grinning at him. "Does this turn you on?" she asked. Embarrassed, he could only nod. "OK, then take pictures of me whenever you're turned on. Then I know the pic you're taking is really hot!"Mark started to click more pictures. Jen on her knees, fingers pointing invitingly at her pussy. Jen playfully revealing her breasts, pulling up her shirt. Jen lying on her side, seductively, the curves of her body tantalizing. When I told him of the toys I had made, and had purchased, he was even more enthusiastic, as he said that he had made and was making some bondage furniture and equipment and hoped to be able to market it, as well as use it, and maybe some of mine might be marketable too. He said that he lived alone and was able to have company in private anytime. As we live some distance apart, it was necessary that getting together would require me to have some excuse to be away for a couple of days, at least. Except today. Today, Greg lost his shit at three different guys over fairly irrelevant things. He was just so worked up and frustrated about what had happened this morning. He made sure to apologize to his three workers before heading home. He had a game plan. Act like this morning never happened. If he was lucky, he could avoid his daughter for the majority of the day and let things fizzle out on their own. If not, he would pretend like that moment in his bed this morning was all a dream. He.