One they particularly like is when I pull them out and let them snap back. If I'm in a particularly nasty mood (which has lately become the norm) the ...hair man pulls my lips apart for me while I fold my arms behind my head. I like the feeling of my labia being pinched and stretched in different ways and love to watch their eyes as they gaze at me, a big turn on and compliment for the exhibitionist in me. One guy in particular really likes clits so when he is in the seat, I make sure I bring her. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled, my voice louder than I intended. "It was only some harmless fun", she whimpered. "Don't you know that perverts, stalkers and bad men hang out on those sites?" I asked. "You mean like you?" she retorted. As soon as the words were out she gasped and she saw the look on my face as though she had slapped me across the face, but she went on, "Since mom left, I know you have not had any other woman in your life and you must be so frustrated, but. He opened the door and stepped back to catch his breath. The woman wasn't just attractive, she was a full-bodied raven-haired knockout in three-inch heels and a wet-look dress that ended just above her knees. The dress left her arms bare showing equal parts of workout muscle and sleek sensual lines down to her glossy French nails. "I'm Vanessa. I certainly hope you're Fred!" With that, Fred's date stepped over his threshold and gave him a kiss that left lipstick on his tongue and an erection. She said Gill thought she’d left a tampon inside her, but was too embarrassed to go to the doctors, and could I have a look for her. With Gill being on her own she had no-one else to ask, though why she couldn’t ask Kath I’m not sure. Now Kath always had a thing about the angle poised lamps that we had at work. She used to call them “gynae lamps,” because they have them on the end of beds the gynaecological wards of hospitals for examining womens’ genital areas. And one time at work I had a.