The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Sunday April 20, 2014

Cecilia had been at the hair dressers for hours that day, the new shampoo they had used had felt amazing and now whenever she touched it a surge of sexual pleasure coursed through her body.

When they had finished her new makeup she had stared blankly at the mirror as the remaining thoughts flowed from her mind, replaced with docile servitude.

Now, standing in the garden with her new uniform on, the buyers were arriving. She reached up to touch her hair once more, knowing it would soon be time to please others.

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