Come sit at my styling station."I sat down in the chair indicated and looked around the salon, whileHeather chatted briefly with the other stylists. ... noticed one wenttoward the front door, but I did not pay any attention to her. I didnot realize that she was locking the front door and closing thecurtains that hung over the front window.Heather came over to me and asked if I would like to change into asalon gown, just like the rest of the women wore when they weregetting their hair done. She. Behind the curtain she sat on a school chair, wearing her tiny short skirt the gusset of her regulation panties was visible to all, her legs had been stretched outwards and then a solid metal bar attatched between the ankles. The thin white fabric of Sonia’s school shirt was stretched as far as it would go, upon sitting down Sonia’s arms had been positioned behind her, and were now tied with rope to the back of the chair, for twenty minutes now, Sonia had waited with blinded anticipation. The. President,” Samantha said feeling the President went deeper in her. “I like being fucked deep. Let me feel every inch of the presidential dick in me.” The President granted her desire to be fucked deep, thrusting his throbbing cock in all the way letting Samantha feel his balls against her liber lips. He fucked her deep and hard for several minutes. With each thrust in her, Samantha moaned and groans softly, as the President fuck her doggie style. She felt her vagina gripping and relaxing. Seen her nude in the bathroom a few times getting out of the shower in my mid 20's and she always walked around in a worn out thin house coat that if the lighting was right you could see her outlined shadowed body. This constantly drove me crazy and I would go down in the basement and fuck the hell out of my wife. The last few years since she has been retired she wears a sheer black…um what I would call a slip that from 15-20 feet away you can see every detail from her hairy pussy to her large.