I sat very upright in the styling chair. Truth be told, I enjoyed seeingmy reflection, especially the reflection of my new bosoms in the mirrorbehind ...he styling station. It was going to be a while before I got overthe shock of seeing those hooters jutting out from my body. Mikeyapproached me with scissors and comb."Relax, Princess, I won't hurt you! Just a few snips to get the lengthand shape right. Then we will go on to the dyeing. You are going to lookso cute with tinfoil all over your head.. Parents gave me some money but I was working getting loans and grants for the rest. I had lived off campus with a dude who turned out to be a douce. He tried to put the moves on me and I wasn’t interested, for whatever reason. He just didn’t do anything for me. Anyway, I decided that day that I needed to move out and find a new room-mate. I couldn't afford a place by myself. But this time I was going to find a female room mate. So I checked the university apartment listings for a few days and. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees.“I’ll do it. Just let go.”Too late he told her as he put her across his knee. He smacked her hard six times on each cheek stinging painful blows. The effect on Julie was electric. She begged for mercy but he showed her none. The worst aspect was that she was aroused, her bottom was on fire but so too was her cunt. She needed release. She needed to be fucked.“Now frig yourself.”She obeyed his every command lying on the floor her legs wide. Most were ready for a drink and a spot of late lunch. Mog was ready for the plane home. ‘How could anyone find this remotely enjoyable?’ she thought to herself. And as if to emphasise her point, she fell over again, attempting a stem turn. A junior set of skis swished broadside across her and brought their wearer to an abrupt halt. The little girl examined Mog intently. Mog would normally have said, ‘Bugger off,’ but was past caring. ‘Hello. My name’s Lizzie.’ ‘Is it?’ thought Mog. ‘Well, good.
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