Are there any available seats left?’ She hesitated, but after giving Matt the once-over, she looked down at her terminal and typed away for a moment...before nodding. ‘We have one seat left.’ ‘I’ll take it,’ Matt said, taking out his credit card. ‘You just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?’ she asked with a smile. He nodded. ‘Sort of. Please just tell her there was an extra seat or something.’ The attendant nodded and swiped Matt’s card. ‘Well, she’s just been upgraded. I’m not going. No wonder none of them talked to me about their time here when they got back. They knew I had to see it for myself. I needed the full impact of my first impression without their input. I looked at Laurel and said, ‘Slave, you have done well and I am proud of you. I know you’ve been through an emotional ordeal having me examine you like this. Please go lie down and rest while I speak with Mandy.’ For the first time since I had got here I saw the real Laurel. Her eyes lifted to look at me with. Her eyes were closed and she was panting like a bitch in heat. Misty's movements were subtle, delicate and intimate, keeping him hard and attentive in her obscenely swollen cunt. I watched closely it was stretched and distended, the reddish section behind his knot bending slightly, giving me a great view of their coupling. Misty was almost grunting with pure pleasure, her hips twitching as she orgasmed. It was incredibly sensual to watch, and the air around us was full of the inky scent of. "Angela; shampoo please." Sylvia called loudly and excused herself as she went to finish Mrs Greigson's blue rinse.Like a spare part, Isabel continued to stand, waiting for the appearance of the trainee."Are you the shampoo?" A bored voice asked, and Isabel turned to see a slip of a girl looking at her, she couldn't have been much older than her Jane.'The things some girls wear!' Isabel thought as she appraised the white cotton bandeau top that just about covered her small firm breasts. Her.