She asked how life as a sex slave was workingout for me, in a voice a little louder than it had to be, i thought. i said iwas loving every minute of i..., though admitted that some times were morechallenging than others.i could have added like today, but i didn't. ?At the mention of"sex slave" i heard a ouple of "tsk's" or similar sounds. After a little more than thirty minutes of clipping andshaping Steph had created a wonderful cut. The sides were not unlike a pageboyand tappered to the back. Her pretty face had been created by a craftsmen, her figure was slender and feminine. She was an angel. Kneeling between her thighs he took a closer look at her naked pussy. Naked as there was no hair. investigating the skin closely he saw in fact no hair follicles existed. There was thousands of woman across the world who would want what this little teen had. He boldly felt over her high soft mons, he couldnt let some thing so beautiful be so filthy. Picking up his hose he got back to work. “I think there is some extra behind the front desk, let me check for you.” I was doing everything I could to be friendly and confident, but I was extremely intimidated by her. I found a bottle of SPF 15 behind the counter and handed it to her.“Thanks so much, you’re a life saver! I’m Ava by the way.”“Nice to meet you Ava, I’m Logan, let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.”Ava smiled and walked away. I tried to sneak a peek of her walking down the hallway, but also didn’t. Next moment I was crushed by his brutal weight as he removed my choli completely and started to knead my boobs through my armipits while raising my saree and petticoat to my waist .“Nice ass you are really a great piece manju my son shjould have never left you,” saying so he began licking my back sending waves after waves of pleasure throughout my body while his hands were busyt rmoving my panties and then he inserted one finger in my chut to check if I was wet enough.“Papa take me like a.