Leslie part 3
A different hairstylist appeared am few minutes later. She was in her mid thirties and looked as though she was in a hurry. Leslie was lying back with her head still in the sink where her hair had been washed. The girl who had performed that task was now preparing to do her tails. Lesley's heart rate was now back to normal and the dyke who had just fingered her had left. Rob also had vanished. The stylist then started cutting Lesley's hair. She didn't ask how she wanted it....in fact she didn't...