She was an Indian girl, really pretty and only recently married. She's called Gina, 30 years old, 5'5", thin with dark hair and extremely pretty. As D...nna wanted her hair doing for a party we were going to Gina offered to open her shop late so she could have her hair done the same evening.Friday came round quickly, as I dropped Donna off at 6pm, the town was quiet and there was no-one in the salon, I told her I'd be back in an hour. 7:20pm I parked outside the salon, knocking on the door as it. "You see, this needs to be trimmed up a little, I like to touch bare skin with my lips while I am eating you. Don't move a muscle, I would not like for this razor sharp blade to accidentally remove something sensitive." He lets the weight of the blade rest a little heavier on her clit for emphasis.With a deep, ragged breath she tries to calm her trembling, painfully aware of the cold, sharp edge of the blade. She clenches her eyes shut again and bites her lip to keep from making any more noise,. And when you go over to Betty's place, we know the two of you are getting it on. You should see the look on your face when you come home. I told Gil the only reason I hadn't made a move on you was out of respect for him. Do you know what he said? He said he's been hot for you since he was about ten or eleven, but now he's grown up enough to realize that mothers are off limits. He said he had no problems with the two of us together; he'd actually like to watch." My son is hot for me?" As I said. Faced with a face-full of poisoned trident tines, I re-consider and lower my arm.“SHUT UP! Stop laughing, my girls are dying horrible deaths out there! Have you no sense of decency?” My voice trembles from depth of emotion, not fear.“We aren’t laughing at them. We’re laughing because you and Regina pissed yourselves. Hahaha. And now, you’re sitting in the puddle.” My legs collapsed beneath me from shock. Could I help it?“Why? Why are you behaving like this? I thought we were friends, at least,.