As I got international license I took a self driving car started roaming around Singapore finally I found one spa where massage is done I thought y do...’t I get relaxed parked my car inquired the rates and type of massage they provide there was two girls who are massage therapist wearing short jeans till thigh t-shirt where seeing and laughing at me I thought entered a wrong massage.As I need only massage nothing more than that but finally fixed a olive oil massage they said me to wait in a. A twenty minute wait, then into a shower.When I stepped out, my skin was even smoother to the touch than before,and absolutely hairless! That mist removed whatever I had missed, theshort stubble and stray hairs. Then I was taken to a small room wherethey molded my chest and bottom, then later, I was fitted with breasts,and a panty that made me look like a girl down there!"The chemicals in the mist will stop the hair growth for about a year,and the adhesive we used is good for about the same. . Lick my clit ... Finger me. Rub my pussy, Carl."Jean gasped and jack-knifed forward, yanking my face up from between her legs by a fistful of hair. I yelped at the sting in my scalp, surprised at the vehemence with which she'd grabbed hold. She slapped my wrist, my fingers coming out of her smeared with my aunt's lust."Kiss me," she groaned, eyes glazing, fingers mushing at her vulva. She gasped and winced and repeated the order. "Kiss me, Carl. I'm going to come. Kiss Aunty Jean while she. He spun me round and yanked my shirt open, feasting his eyes on my breasts, he pulled my bra down exposing my hard nipples and took one in his mouth, I whimpered and his gaze shot to mine, in one quick movement he picked me up spun around and deposited me on one of the long tables, he pulled my panties down and yanked my legs apart. I felt his tongue on my clit hot, wet and moving furiously, I bucked and squealed, his had clamped down hard over my mouth as he continued to work on my pussy, I.