I bit my lip demurely."I'm really busy. I've got to find cars, a condo, and furniture for myboss and for me. I have a regular job, and am not here to...escort. Myboss won't allow it, and your American laws are too strict for me torisk my visa." I'm sorry. That was very improper on my part. I was just coining aphrase." Yes, but the phrases we choose matter, don't they? Your FirstAmendment doesn't protect solicitation, does it?" You're right, of course, and I apologize. But if you give me. ” “My dad dabbles in the antiques business. I guess it rubbed off on me.” “So, do I get the grand tour?” “It’s not that grand but yeah… I’ll show you round.” She stood up and headed for the door and I followed her. Opposite the living room was the kitchen which was in total contrast to the living room. It was big and airy and obviously designed to be used. The only old thing in the room was the table in the centre that had clearly given many years of service. I was immediately jealous. My. “First, we trim you,” she said. “Can't shave hair that long.”I nodded my head as she grabbed the small pair of scissors. I swallowed as she brought them close to my pussy and began cutting. The hairs fell down to the towel the supplies were left on. I wanted to squirm, but I didn't need her to cut more than my hairShe hummed as she sheared my pubic hair down to a short length. Already my pussy was easier to see, my clit pink and hard, pressing out of the folds of my vulva, a bit of my labia. Damn, she whispered, baby, you are special. She retreated until she was just inside my mouth, then slowly moved forward again, to the base, and paused. I was salivating like crazy, I looked up at her into those brown eyes, and that sardonic smile. 'Ready, she asked, I nodded, it started. slowly at first, her going deep, as she retreated I would tighten the seal on her shaft and flick my tongue beneath her glans, then I would allow her to bury herself again in my throat. Each time it got.