His eagerness would have to wait until she tugged, teased and flippedback four distinct sections as finally there would be no more hairsitting in fron... of his eyes.Quick douses of hairspray would be followed by the softest strokes of hercomb through all of it now and accompanied by her hands patting down onher work. Blonde bobbi pins and another clear band would be added to holdher creation and then a much bigger douse of spray would finish hisfront.When she stepped behind him now and spun his. He had a shaved head, and his face was heavily pockmarked and grimacing.In front of him was his female coworker, a thin and pretty Portuguese-descended woman with a tight pony tail in her dark reddish hair. Bothwore business suits. She spoke into a microphone attached to a desk,which reverberated through a loudspeaker in the next room. The roomwhich contained a padded cell, and contained a disheveled middle-agedman in a straightjacket. He was an admitted body jacker, currentlyoccupying the host. His talking was smooth, and he asked me if I wanted to try it, and with that I felt a finger slide up and down my crack, and stroke my virgin hole. With this I moaned and gyrated my hips in rythm with his wonderful hands. Then he went down to my legs, and as he bent over his bulge touched my face and I kissed it through his shorts. Then he moved down a bit, and made a quick pass all the way up my body, and leaned over kissed my neck.. Thousands of sensations shot through my body, as he kissed. Brandy's nipples hardened against her breasts. Zee didn't understand why it excited her, but it did.The smell of musk had started to build in the sun soaked room. Zee put a tentative hand between Brandy's legs. The legs spread to accommodate her. Zee felt damp hair and the split of flesh. Fluid slipperier than water.Brandy gasped, "Fuck, Zee. Lay down. I want to have you."Zee didn't want to spoil the mood by asking how, so she obliged. But not before she put her slick finger in her mouth and.