I chose the last appointment of the day figuring that I would do me good to be in tip top condition when I met Andrea, later that night.I arrived at t...e salon and was surprised it was nothing like I imagined, yeah sure I expected it to be staff by youngish sexy girls and to immaculately spotless in cleanliness, but I mean the lay out was nothing like I expected from a typical British hairdressers. The most noticeable difference was the fact that the bays where the hair cutting and shampoos were. “Everything OK here?” I asked.“She can’t kiss my boyfriend!” Francesca declared.I suppressed a laugh. Maybe Carol was right and it WAS a concern.“I kiss Kara and Jessica and Elyse,” I said. “And none of them get mad.”“But he’s my boyfriend!” she protested.“How about you guys go play with the other kids?” Jessica suggested. “They’re all in the sunroom.”The girls ended their staring match and followed Jessica to the sunroom. She was back in the great room a minute later.“That’s going to blow up. ”“Very good.” The ambassador replied, with mirth still in his eyes. “We place ourselves in your hands.”Avery nodded as the ambassador and his slave Elsi went back inside their carriage, wondering whether the whole encounter was carefully crafted by Falin to disorientate him.The entourage soon arrived in front of the estate prepared for the ambassador, the estate previously occupied by his predecessor. As the ambassador and his slave stepped out of the carriage, Avery was again struck by just. Sometimes I join in, but those are stories for another time.Andrea squealed in delight, and opened the door. The dude almost bolted until he realized that Andrea was sticking her fingers in her pussy motioning him over. Hesitantly he came over and introduced himself quite sheepishly. Kept saying that he did not mean to spy, but damn, Andrea was one fine woman. Andrea got on her knees and pulled his dick out. Man, that thing was a monster. It was as big around as Andrea’s wrist. She drooled all.