This meant that Mr. Bumslave had to expect either shocking revelations or heart-rending complaints. From time to time, both connected together:

- I saw how he looked at her ... And then he dug me in such a way that I teleped like a rag in his hands, and screamed at the buzz, although I knew that he drew something not for me, but for that one which I saw ... I turned in me to my very brains, grabbed it for both tits, as for the straps ... completely furious - in the ass, in the ass, with a swing, and it hurts! And I'm from the pain even more head in the pillows, and my ass is even more protruding upward so that he hammered there all over with giblets, and that she burst from his swotting and pain, and that all I burst, because I can not ! ..

7.

Then Ray stopped coming again.

Mr. Bumslave was not looking for her, but just waited, as before. Month, another, third ...

Then she did come. Overgrown with dull strands and eyes. Came and froze on the threshold.

- What? - asked Mr. Bumslave. - Do not go?

His hair was painted like Ray used to have, in all the colors of the rainbow — yellow, red, green, blue.

- Uh ... Just unexpectedly very.

The barber pushed back the chair and Ray sat there.

- As usual?

She shook her head, and Mr. Bumslave froze halfway to paint.

- Not. I'm tired. Let's just keep it big.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, damn it. Sure, fucking in your mouth, ”Ray said quietly, and he silently took up the typewriter.

When the last faded strand fell to the floor, and Mr. Boomslave smeared the bristly skull with a cream, snow-white like cream, balding Ray began to say:

- He just said he was wrong. He said that he thought that I was the most beautiful of women, and did not know that there is even more beautiful. For him, everything is so simple. He did not know! And with me, he said, can be friends, as with a man. Because there are a lot of beautiful women, and he wants to try them all. He says that, and he feels good when he says that. So much joy in front! ... Tell me, - she twisted out from under the machine so that Mr. Boomslave almost scratched her, and stood in front of him, exposing herself, - so tell me, why am I worse than them all? Here is what? Than? She repeated, pulling off a rag behind a rag, until she was completely naked.

Busty, narrow-hipped Ray with strips of cream on her head looked like Dolly's doll, which had her hair pulled out. She arched in a frank pose, blinking to drive the tears back.

Silence reigned for a minute or two. Then Ray lowered her bald head, and the colorful Mr. Bumslave approached her.

He opened his mouth to say something, but said nothing, but simply bent down and kissed Ray’s nipple with brown lips, hard as a rosehip berry.

Ray twitched. The barber hurriedly straightened and hugged her. Squeezed like a mannequin, Ray went limp and clung to him.

“My girl,” he muttered, stroking her bare back. - Little ... Sit in a chair.

He held it, and she sat down, as she was - naked. Mr. Bumslave made two more movements with the machine on her skull.

Then he began to stroke the neck and shoulders of Ray, kiss the bald rye, bite the tips of the ears with his lips ...

Ray snuffled, eyes closed. Having decided, Mr. Bumslave jerked to unwrap her chair.

“Well, please, Ray,” he muttered weakly, as if he was afraid of being overheard. - You are welcome. Let me - and pulled her legs so that she parted them and stuck out a secret corner.

Ray finally succumbed to him, sprawled in an armchair, and he knelt before her.

- Wow! - breathed Ray, when the hairdresser licked her in the tickling middle. - s! S! She whined, pushing her hips in the face of Mr. Bumslave, who sucked into her slit like a leech. His tongue penetrated through her entire body to the aching breasts, nipples and tickled them from the inside, filling with unbearable hardness, sweetness and ...

“Veeeeee! ...” Ray screamed, tearing at her chest.Mr. Bumslave got up and grabbed her, ending, from the chair to the floor, and there he finally did what he had dreamed all these years, and little Ray howled, impaled on his black drin, long as a unicorn's tusk, and goggled because he penetrated to where no one had ever touched her, and his bald head was pounding on the floor ...

- I pulled into you. Nothing? - asked Mr. Bumslave when it was all over.

Ray did not answer. She lay naked under him, limp, red, as if she had just been boiled, and looked somewhere through the ceiling. Then she moaned and looked at him plaintively.

Mr. Bumslave immediately put his hand between her legs, and the other crumpled her chest like a balloon. Grateful Ray shouted again - "geaaaa!". Tearing her to beet cheeks, he again hammered into the squishing bud, drove into Ray at the very corner; his scrotum smacked into the wet, emitting a whipping sound that accelerated along with the shouts of Ray dying in a new orgasm. She squirmed, soaking up the burning drops that Mr. Boomslave had injected into her, and watched him continue to pound in her, drained to the drop. The burning rhythm did not let her go, and Ray again fell into her fiery paradise ...

***

“Why haven't you done it before?” Why? - she asked, looking in the mirror at herself - bald, woozy, with squeezed tits and pink, like a baby, skin. On her legs are teklipotoki sperm.

Then Mr. Bumslave climbed into the chair, but she did not get dressed - on his knees, and they sat for a long, long time until it got dark, and they had to leave, but they all did not leave, as if they were afraid to let that day go and dabbled - they painted each other with cosmetics lying on the table, licked and just whispered, until Ray fell asleep on Mr. Bumslave, putting his bald head in his sweater.