. Soon I was seated in front of the mirrors, covered only by a plastic bib, as Naomi worked on my hair.She chattered on about how great I'd look, but ...ll I could concentrate on was the sight of her trim breasts, capped by hard little nipples, passing right in front of my face and the cool air wafting across my legs and bare belly. I'm sure that was the only reason my nipples got hard. After a trim, shampoo, drying and styling Naomi removed the bib and I thought she was done, but she said she. .. I'm not er... dressed... right." It comes with room hire, shall I come back? I am notallowed to leave it in the corridor..." No, er... okay that's okay, take it away."I heard him leave. Phew! What was I to do? My fear of being'caught' was intense. I have a job in the city which doesnot afford my adventures to become known. I spent the nextfew minutes thinking. And looking at myself in the mirror.'Not bad.' I thought; certainly passable. What the heck! Ipicked up the phone, asked for room. .. More from Fangman: The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson died and went to heaven.At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, “I want to hang out with God.’St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you. Her diaphanous night-gown had been thrown over her face, exposing the succulent triangle he had plundered, and the plump breasts he had stroked for the first time yesterday.Finishing the work of tying her to the bed, the two black giants looked at each other for a moment, then one said, "Your turn. I went first last time." Why thank you mah brother," said the second in a distinctly American accent.With no more ceremony, but with some dignity, he removed his trousers, underpants and shirt..