After her third finger-induced orgasm that night, she rested long enough to explain that ever since she'd started masturbating (which happened one nig...t after she sat on my lap when she was twelve or thirteen) she had experienced what she believed were orgasms. On the night of her first date, she found out they were only the precursors to orgasms. If you've ever masturbated, you know about that point just before an orgasm, where you're right on the edge of the cliff. If you keep rubbing, then. My slut who will fuck every man in this bar. I have everything setup with Hank... my favorite bartender who is going to be first," she said. "He called you the best looking piece of ass... and I promised him that you were the best ass in my neighborhood." Helen laughed uproariously. Her show of happiness sent shivers through Lori and Julia. Helen looked across at Julia wanting her to suffer, as well. "Don't worry my little pet... he has a special treat for you at the end," Helen whispered to. "What is the deal with some guys?!" I fumed. "What kind of weirdo stands around and watches women pick out underwear?" I tried to ignore it and go about my business . . . but I swear I could feel his gaze from behind me. I casually turned and glanced up. Sure enough, he quickly turned his head away. "That does it! What is this guys problem? Why does he have to stare at me like that?"Completely creeped out and unable to continue shopping . . . I approached the clerk behind the sales desk. "Is. Finally she returned the dripping girl to where the others stood and watched. Without her long hair it was hard to believe she was the same girl."All right, missy, your turn," Yolanda said. She released Shanika's collar from the chain of the girl behind her and led her to the stall. "Sit," she said as if talking to a dog. She proceeded to cut off Shanika's hair. She had never worn her hair so short, she felt the sensation of cool air on her scalp."Stand now," ordered Yolanda. She traded places.