“I will leave you to it, and I hope to see you later”.
“Yes, of course. Thank you, Roger... Thanks...” he whispered as Roger strode away.
“So, you want something done with your hair, do you?” asked Joy as she breezed up to him in a short skirt and a diaphanous top that revealed her midriff. Michael's eyes were glued to her belly button, but he tried to look her in the eyes too. Her smile only reflected his torment.
“OK, darling, do you have any preference?” she asked running her fingers like a comb through the hair he had left. He felt electricity or waves of energy from her hands and found it hard to think as his lower member began to react to the stimulation on his head and face.
He felt drowsy... as if in a drug-induced stupor.. her navel mesmerised him and his s****l awareness rose
