I started my training, like most girls, as a hair washer and scalp massager. Most of his clientèle, were middle-aged men, with very little hair.I rem...mber sitting on the first day drinking tea with my uncle and remarking that, but he laughed and said, 'Mariel darling, these men are bald because they have too much testosterone, big balls, and you washing their hair will work wonders for them'.I laughed as we always spoke like that, talking about cocks and balls, so I said, 'If you think that,. .." she got up and ran out. The hurt I'd felt months before came back to me. Oh, I knew she had feelings for me, but I couldn't get by the reality that shear economics had made me a second class daddy; I blamed her momma for that.I headed home to get ready for my delayed date with Marian.I refused to let my upset with my daughter to interfere with my date with Marian. I had a right to be happy too, damn it, and Intended to be. My wife had dumped on me, cheated on me, cuckolded me; it was time. My cock was rock hard in my pants.Suddenly Harold asked Anita: “What about to start things off with a blowjob…?” My sensual wife did not even hesitate…She slipped out from her chair and onto her knees in front of him. Harold undid his belt while her hands ran up and down his now hardening bulge. Anita reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Then she rubbed his cock through his underwear.Then a big veiny black cock popped out of his lap; it was bigger than I had expected. Ana instantly put. " Owwww... owwwww," Tom cried again as Jen forced her two fingers all theway in. It hurt. His little hole was being stretched and helpless, therewas nothing he could do about it.For the next ten minutes his wife worked her fingers inside him whileKaren held his cheeks apart. Tom had no choice but to accept his fate ashe moaned and squirmed helplessly. The girls teased him, telling himthis would be good practice for next time. He needed to get used toJen's fingers being up there.Finally it was.