But, the cleansing and a bit of make-up did erotic little to improve on her appearance. She did make it to work, but was silent that night and not all that friendly to the customers. Tyrone said nothing about it that night, he feeling a bit guilty about what he had done to her the previous night. But, not very Brunette guilty, and certainly not guilty enough to not do it again. But, he was sympathetic to her bedraggled looks this day. After work, she went home and straight to bed, in the morning her aunt looked in on her and was stunned at what she saw, and this was after a day of healing up. She yelled at Tracey, “If you are going to give all that up, the least you can do is get some money for it and share it with me!” Tracey shrunk back in horror at that assertion. She slept through the next day and when she showed asian up the day after that, Tyrone informed her that she had been replaced by someone that would show up and be presentable in her doing so. She guessed that the new girl had fucked him for the job. Solo She traveled on the bus line throughout the city and finally found another stand with a, HELP WANTED sign. With the admonition to inquire within. So she approached MILF the employee’s door and knocked. When the owner came out, he looked like he was expecting someone else. But, he was agreeable to discuss things with her, despite the fact that she looked a bit worse for wear right then. He backed up a moment and decided that she probably usually looked rather gorgeous. So, he invited her into his tiny office and went about filling out a job application with her supplied info. When this was done and the discussion about her availability concluded, he sat back on his desk and with hooded eyes asked her to show him how much she wanted this job. So, she knelt down and unzipped him to give this fat old bald man the B.J. that he so much wanted. She didn’t know that much about it because of a lack of experience, but she faked her way thru it and swallowed which guaranteed that she would be hired. One of the resident girls observed this and filed it away. She was assigned to the afternoon shift with Janice, who preferred to call herself Bridget, you know after Bridget Bardot, the French sex bomb. She had taped over one of her name tags, that she only showed when the boss was gone. She vaguely looked like the real deal, girlfriend with the wildly curled hair, the blond hair dye job, pronounced boobs and a plush body, accentuated by a faux French tinged manner about her. She got really good tips from the guys, not so much from the women customers. Tracey wasn’t having anything to do with Tyrone at this time, but somehow got roped into a date with one of his cronies. He had been there at the first party and had plans for her that night, too. When they arrived, she saw Tyrone off in the corner looking very smug and right after that she fell to the floor unconscious from a bop on the head with a whiskey bottle handled by her date. Always willing I said, “Sure.” They were a solid magenta now and he understood then that eye color would be important. Oh yea! Mindy’s moans, her quivering body, her pliant flesh erotic were enough Brunette for both men. "Did you get to her knickers then Craig?" "Yeah. MILF Everything in sight spoke to a lust bordering on madness. There were flowers and a card on on a side table. Right now, he was eyeing her neck. But no matter how much he wanted to, girlfriend or how crazy it drove him some days, Solo Damien never allowed things to go asian any further than just that: kisses.