You're not blind, are you? Look at her. She can hardly talk. And he didn't get that smile on his face like that from any drugs I prescribed. Poor girl...can't even dress herself." What do you mean, I can't dress myself?" Go look in the mirror, Nancy." I'll look, but I think you're just being a smartie pants, Doctor Bradley." Ooh, Doctor Bradley. Smartie pants. You go look in the mirror and then we'll talk, young lady."I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I had to shut the door to see. "Peter took a step back as she came toward him. He managed to find hisvoice: "Camilla, that's dangerous, my spider-sense -" Nonsense," said Camilla as she leaned forward to kiss him, but Petertook another step back."No?" asked Camilla. "I know what you want." She reached for the glassjar. By now there was only a small amount of goo left, and Camillascooped all of the remaining stuff. Putting down the jar, she proceededto smear it onto her face."Camilla..." said Peter.As she smeared it on, the. First her tongue gently stroked my cock but she soon put her whole mouth in and gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. But I wasn’t there for a blowjob. My wife can do that and so can some girl I meet at a bar. I was ready to fuck and fuck her hard!I laid Lexi on her back and took off her panties revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. I then without hesitation pounded my cock inside her I pounded her relentlessly and she screamed. She screamed for me, for God, for just about everything. Then. We took ourenemas and shower with not much fanfare as today was a workday andSaturday was the busiest day at the salon.Missy did my makeup of course making me look oder then him, something Ihad come to accept. The hair on the shaved sides of my head was startingto grow in and Missy said that would have to be taken care of. We donnedour salon outfits without mishap I was glad not to mess up my panty hosebut Missy still needed to help me with the panty girdle. We were readyand had time for a.