Their arms rose as their elbows bent and pressed their palms against the front of their thighs as again the faces turned to gaze at the man they seeme... intent on seducing, and were doing a damned god job of already. Their hands slid deliciously up along the flesh of their legs and moved to sweep over the profiled pubic mounds, but did not linger long enough to be cheated of the rest of the show if I should get aroused to soon. As their eyes fixed on mine their hands slid upward over the. Although legal in some states that was not the case here. The second and biggest one was her overly protective Mother.She had made the mistake of telling her Mom how good looking she thought he was , it was probably the worst thing she could have done. She was given the standard speech of there was only one thing a man his age wanted from a girl her age. "He's not that old, he's only nineteen," she said in his defense. "That's too old for you," she responded firmly. The damage had been done and. We moved on yet aging to the nail room. Here she did full manicure and pedicure for customers, massage, French tips, anything they wanted. The next room was hair styling, a feminine and pink barber’s chair stood in front of a mirror. Teen hair styles were pictured on the walls informing customers of their potential options. Next was the makeup room, again a girly chair was seated in front of a full makeup table. Last was the clothing room which had wardrobes wall to wall and carried everything. "Morning, that's if it's still morning, are you feeling alright," Lana asked."Yeah," Hannah said nervously, "why do you ask?" Well, we did end up playing a total of 10 sets throughout the night, right?" Yeah," Hannah replied, not really wanting to get into a long conversation with Lana, "but the long break between midnight and 3 AM really helped, didn't you use it to sleep?" Yeah, but I'm not talking about being sleepy, my muscles are in a bit of pain; from over-dancing I think." Lana stretched.