" Sure thing. See you tomorrow boss."Finally alone in the salon, Catherine locks the door behind Beverly, andgoes to check on Julian's progress. At fi...st she startled the boy, whenshe pulled the bowl back to test how dry his hair had gotten so far, butonce he saw her face he smiled and said, "You're pretty. I like the wayyour hair sits on top of your head like cotton candy." I'm sure you do. Your's will look pretty nice when we're done here. Ibet you'll fall in love with it."So she returned the. Pushing my pants down I surged into her mouth, seeking the warmth of her moist tongue and lips.Soon I was thrusting in and out as her mouth as she eagerly drooled. Her hand was stroking me and her hungry tongue licked me. I groaned again. She must have wanted me to fill her and I obliged, moaning with a urgent need. I came and she swallowed. It was good. We stripped down and she was able to keep me aroused enough that I was tastiing her sensuous pussy with my prick within minutes. We spent the. As a specialoccasion, he used some truffles he had in a jar, and made truffleomelettes. He opened a bottle of Champagne, mixed it with some orangejuice and took it upstairs.He knocked on the door."Your breakfast, Madam." She opened her eyes, to see a French maid, avision of pink and white lace and long, long legs."Oh God!" she exclaimed after the first mouthful of omelette. "I've justhad another climax!"They both laughed so much that he had to take the tray from the bed for amoment, to. We sat at the bar to wait for our table. We were served corn chips and salsa while we waited. The salsa was very hot and made us sweat. Joan would wipe the sweat from her chest, pulling the scoop neck further down. Sitting on a barstool let Joan discretely flash her bare mound at will. When the bartender took our drink orders, Joan bent over as if to hear him better. He got an eyeful of her tits. There was a dancer with castanets who was twirling around, her dress rose with every twirl. The.