I touched her cheek ... she still felt like Sarah, she looked like Sarah ... She WAS Sarah. Why should I care what she was, what she had done, she was...the girl I had loved four years ago and now she was a woman."That bomb in London ... that was me ... well, not just me, but us, The Group. The timer must have been faulty 'cos it went up much too soon. We should have been miles away ... They got Jane, and now the silly cow has only bloody talked to the police. What a fuck up! I needed someone to. I see you'vemet Ms. Johnson. She's the shops owner, and she owns a whole chain ofthese shops, you know?" Yes, Ms. Wynn. I've seen these salons before, and I've met Ms. Johnson.I saw her as I was coming towards the door. She's seems to be a lovelywoman." I agree Katrina, and you can call me Joy. We're all girls in thisshop."My wife and Joy started to laugh. I joined in, somewhat uncomfortably. Iwondered if she was being nice, or whether she knew I was a man and wasjust screwing with me. I. "Yes honey, just please, please be careful! Need to put some gas in it so, here" he takes back the cash and gives her his credit card. "Just get whatever you need okay?" His hands sliding from her hips to squeeze and play with her ass cheeks.A huge spoiled teenage smile lights her face "Yes daddy!" His fingers walk closer to her tight already exposed ass hole. She lets him. Aroused, she licks her lips as he teases her ass hole."I love seeing you happy." He confesses. "Mmmm, and I love making. I told them it was okay, that it was natural, but that I had said "no adult sites". They pointed to the computer and showed that it wasn't. Just a teen girl website, albeit with a forum discussing masturbation techniques. Robin slipped her panties and shorts back on and I started talking with the girls about what they read. They talked about different methods that girls in the forum used to masturbate. Clit rubbing, humping a pillow, squeezing thighs together, running water from a shower.