Round and round his thumbs pressed the small socket in firm, confident motions. Then her cheekbones, chin, bridge of the nose and finishing with her b...ow and forehead. After rinsing his hands, he began to massage her scalp, pressing each fingertip with equal pressure, making small circles that wandered over her head and returned to start again. She figured she’d slid in and out of wakefulness a few times during the scalp massage, but didn’t care if she died and was resuscitated. Lastly, he. The novelty wore off fast. I pulled out of her oral cavity and indicated that I was done and that she was free to continue her work. Then I turned to the other one who was staring wide-eyed at my love-muscle. She was maybe twenty, beautiful and petite (French for 'small with big brown eyes and long dark hair'). She had been polishing the mirrors in the back and was still half turned away from me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She started jabbering away in that incomprehensible. “we share a room to cut expenses. At least I don’t snore and I hope you don’t – so let’s make the best of it. Come on, drop your bag and let’s get a drink downstairs.” I liked him immediately. He had that friendly open disposition and I’m sure my girl would have thought he was a real piece of eye candy. About my age, he was about 6 feet and I’m guessing 180, all muscle. Brown short cropped hair and dark eyes gave his face a bit of a mysterious look. Tom bought me a round and as the rest of the. I mean I get that Mohawks are coming back in style, but the whole wearing sunglasses at night was so eighties. Not that I’m one to criticize. If you saw me before I came here you would have seen my neon purple puss hair. Mom so made me shave it off because dirty blonde with neon purple at the end so doesn’t cut it. Plus, I wanted to go blue this time anyway.”“As much as I would like to say that I’m styling and reviving the old trend, I don’t really have a choice. I was too close to a bolt of.