Had I just entered into a very realistic fantasy or was this for real? I looked from my quickly hardening manhood . . . up into her face. She was watc...ing my rising cock getting harder by the second. I figured what the hell. I was going to hell for a lot of things already, so why not go for enjoying what I have always wanted to do. "Okay Carrie . . . you can watch me wank, but since you scared me so bad . . . I might need some help finishing." She never looked up. Suzy worked on my cuticles and buffed my nails. It felt goodand I did not mind the attention; after all some men got manicures andeven pedicures. Next the facial peel was removed and I was moved over tothe shampoo chair. Head leaned backwards over the sink my hair waswashed and conditioned. It seemed I was in a factory line as next I wasmoved to yet another chair where the stylist Miriam first cut and thenworked on weaving extensions into my hair. My natural hair was long fora man but too short. ‘A lot of things, and very useful too, I hope.’ He reached for her hand and held it to his mouth as he kissed her skin lightly. ‘He told me a woman liked to be worshipped and invited to fine dinners with good wines.’ He pointed at the bag right next to him. ‘That’s why I brought white wine to go with the Tandoori, of course.’ ‘Oh?’ Erin replied while staring at Cade as still in shock by his complete turnaround. ‘May I come in?’ ‘Sure, why not. As long as you behave, I might take the chance.’. Hollie screamed and got a slap in return."Shut the fuck up! You've been doing this long enough for it not to hurt, just take it." He rubbed her tiny tits and roughly pinched her little pink nipples."Ride me slut, fuck your daddy good and hard, he's had a bad day." Using all the strength in her little legs, Hollie pumped herself up and down onto John's cock, becoming wetter and wetter by the moment. It was still rape, and she still hated every moment of it but when she was riding his cock she.