It was a habit of hers. When ever she felt like shemight cry, remembering she was a girl made her feel comfortable in herown skin. She sighed confiden...ly. She may have gotten there in a crazystrange order but she was finally ready to go the salon nonetheless.Grabbing her purse, which contained her wallet, lipstick, tissues, andtampons (wouldn't be needing those anymore), Dakota stepped into the coldCanadian air. She shivered. "Oh fiddlesticks, Dakota. You ain't inKentucky no more. It might be. She had the three kittens clasped to her breasts and was thinking how sad it was that they didn't realise how lucky they were! All three were fast asleep, as was Emmelina, who had reluctantly concluded that the young woman was harmless enough and very warm to be near. She was sleeping on Emma's thigh, enfolded by her pretty if hairy legs.Emma might think her legs utterly gross by this time, with their thick covering of fine golden down, but Emmelina thought differently."Call this fur?" she. Oh for a big cock that would give her pleasure. ‘I want to be fucked by a big man with a big cock.’ She was shocked at her words but sent in the form anyway. Cindy James stared at the ad in the newspaper on the desk in front of her. Here was her chance to get away from her life for ten days, a life that existed for others, her boss who acted as if she was a dumb blond good for nothing better than to make his coffee and give him blow jobs from under his desk when he felt the need. Then there was. I stepped back and admired my ‘power secretary’ look of white translucent shirt, grey pencil skirt, 9 inch red elastic belt with a large silver clasp that acted like a waspie (pinching in my stomach and pushing up my bust), black 10 denier seamed stockings, shiny red ‘fuck-me’ shoes with a metallic spike heel and you could just make out my black and silver bra through the diaphanous material of my shirt. Dean wouldn’t stand a chance! 30 minutes later I’d parked my car behind Dean’s hotel.