I always tipped her well, more for the company than for the haircut, not that the haircut was ever bad. Lillian and Naomi, my wife, had been very good...friends and we had cried on each other's shoulders at the funeral. Lillian had been telling me that I should get married again, that I was in need of someone to look after me. When the cancer had come, Lillian had helped to cut off all of Naomi's hair, before it could fall out, and had helped Naomi find a nice hair piece when the radiation and. I can't be certain that I blinked once, in what may have been nearly the whole hour it took for her to masturbate herself slowly up to a shuddering climax with her deft, delicate hands and fingers, alternating between tending to her breasts and rock hard nipples, fondling, groping, and tugging away, and fingering her sex and frigging her clit. She never got very loud in that time, or spoke, but I could hear her husky breathing, and sometimes, low moans of pleasure. She got hersef off mostly. But now I’m angry, furious, ranting, raving, stormy, bristling, burning, cross, huffy, livid, seething, smoldering, worked up…that’s a good one, worked up. I AM worked up. Worked up enough to show him what he is missing. FINE if he doesn’t want to come in my room, FINE if he thinks that he can just fuck me and walk away like the other boys. I’m putting on my tightest little top and I’m not wearing a bra. I also put on my sexy little low rise stretch jeans with the open sides. Let’s see how he. ”Her fingers are sticky and very wet; she works them in and out and around. He can hear her.“What are you doing?” Always the commander, the playfulness of his tone doesn’t suit him.“I’m fucking me”“That sounds good,” he is convincing once again.“Mmmm” She’s slowly lifting her tight, round butt up to meet her pushing fingers. Her muscles are spent and sore.“Tell me what you did?”“You sure you want to know?”“Yes.” His voice is full of anxious breath.“It makes me want to come just thinking about.