I felt the weight of the hair dropping gradually as the long strands piled on the floor. ‘Don’t worry, sweetie,’ he said. ‘This style will scr...am, ‘I am a woman of power, hear me roar!’ but without the whole butchy thing. No dreadful butchiness for you, sweetie!’ His scissors and comb moved confidently over my head. At last he finished, and I was pleased with the result. In fact, my hair looked better than it had before. It was feminine, but distinctly business-like. A perfect balance. I paid. .. Alice is a year younger. (Some times I hate english. OMWP)“Yes ... you are. Shall we have a party?” That was what we ... daddy and I meant. What came out was garbled... “Yesh yerare ... shuweave a ... part ... e?” ... and opened another can.“Oh ... Thash ‘t lashcan,” I said. I took daddy’s keys out of my pocket.“Get smore.”I headed for the door.They LET me!Alice ... ooo ... Alish wash hepping with thish.There is a sill that seals the bottom of the door ... it’s about an inch tall. It was a. Jim started thrashing about trying to free himself but it was no use. One of the men went over to him and drew back his fist. "Stop" cried Dianne. She turned and looked at Jim. "It's ok, Jim. I don't want them to hurt you. I'll do what they want. It will be ok." Jim hung his head and Dianne turned back to the cock in front of her face and opened her mouth. As the man's shaft started to enter her mouth Jim turned away. Dave, who was the man with his cock in Dianne's mouth, twisted. The only problem I could see with the dress, was the low cut front and nonexistent back. Clearly the dress was designed for a woman with larger breast than my Judy. If a large breasted woman was to lean forward, any nearby male would be rewarded with a healthy show of cleavage. With Judy's small breast, leaning forward would be a 'show all' event. Of course, just her nipples poking through the thin material was worth the view. When we first arrived at the party Judy was very conscious of not.