The water stopped. Jack's hand spread Andrea's labia, exposing her aching c******s. He ran a wet finger down. She slipped effortlessly into a long, voluptuous orgasm.
Jack released the chair. His blue eyes had a glint in them. “Would you like to see your haircut?” She nodded. He handed her a hand mirror. Her pubic hair was shaped into a heart.
“I hope you like it.”
“It's pretty.” She handed him back the mirror.
“You’re finished for the day. I have some things still to do.”
No one was waiting her as she left. She decided to go to the gymnasium.
As Andrea was changing, a woman walked into the room and took a seat a few feet away. The woman opened locker number 220, Emmy's locker, and put her belongings into it. Andrea’s heart plunged.
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After dinner, Andrea thought she caught a gli
