So now I find myself sitting in the salonchair awaiting all the beauty treatments on the menu as could be soplainly seen from the board hanging on the...wall. How many treatmentswere there to give? It would seem lots as I found myself compulsivelyglancing at that internally long list. Heck it seemed longer than aMcDonalds's food menu."Stop fidgeting if you don't want your hair pulled out at the roots!" Mymother was on a mission and I knew when to comply with her whims. Istayed still as she. My cock flaccid I started to stroke . She smiled and did the jerking off thing with her hand. I watched as the dildo plunged in and out of her asshole. After I was good and hard she pulled it out and dropped to her knees sucking it. I stroked fast and came again on the mirror. Mia licked her studded tongue up and down the glass where my cum sat. She looks me dead in the eye and mouths I want your cock in my ass... She pulled her dildo off and switch the mirror back. I finished and did the same.. But then what had I sacrificed? She asked herself again knowing she didn't like the answer.Choices had been made, concessions discussed. The record label had promised Ronnie he'd still be a part of the band's management and even act as co-road manager when they went on tour. In the end, the three of them had gone to LA.It didn't take long to realize the record company had lied to them, well at least to Ronnie. He had no input in the band from the very beginning. As soon as they'd stepped into. Sighing, she slipped her fingers along the side of his head into his unbound hair and pulled him into a tender kiss, forgetting about their audience. Now it was just a background and no longer mattered. She noticed her senses heighten, making each touch more compelling than the last. Sensing him tug at the sash of her gown, she felt it loosen, then fall away quietly. He began to lean into her, gradually forcing her down onto her back. The velvety material barely covered her breasts as it fell.