He finally chose one, and then another; one that didn't seem to make any sense (it had THREE clamps attached to chains that met in the center. I didn'... have the voice to ask him how it was supposed to work)."Do you have any money?" he asked, matter-of-factly.I reached into my small purse and pulled out a credit card that Mommy had let me use the last time we'd gone shopping together. He snatched it out of my hand and walked to the register. But instead of checking out, he picked up a shopping. They paid for me to complete courses in first aid andlife-saving (it helped that I was a good swimmer) and for a self-defense course offered by a security company that included anti-kidnapping and driving technique to evade car-jacking. It was allfull on. They even paid for text books on child psychology and"Raising Difficult Children". I read a little of them, but it couldhave been Sanskrit for all I could understand. I started to wonderwhat these kids were going to be like.Then I went in. I tidied up as much as I could and headed for Stevie’s place. She promised to help me perfect the disguise this morning. And believe me, it needed perfecting.Stevie looked at my hair and makeup job critically. She made a few adjustments and then had me sit in the chair of her salon for several hours while she completely redid everything, lecturing me the entire time. The first task was to make it easier for me to get into the makeup and hairpiece. The second was making it foolproof against. Our lips remained locked as her hand slowly moved up and down my length.Ashleigh brought the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy. When she did, our kissing stopped, and our eyes met. She didn’t need to tell me; I knew what she wanted. With my arms straight and hands flat, I slowly moved my hips forward with her hand guiding my penetration. As I slowly pushed deeper, she let out a quiet “Mffft.” Ashleigh’s hands flew up to my shoulders, where her fingers nails dug into my skin just shy.