On the top shelf there were the normal things you would see in a bathroom. Shampoo, soap, razors. ‘This is my shampoo and this is Andrews.’ She sa...d holding up two bottles. I nodded as she put them back down on the shelf. Then she turned to me. ‘You will have your own shampoo bottle to. Is there any particular kind you use?’ I shook my head. ‘It really doesn’t matter.’ Nancy nodded and turned back to the closet. ‘Washcloths and hand towels go on the second shelf.’ She said indicating the shelf. “Yes thank you, I’m good to go now I think,” I said. “Good. Don’t worry about this lot, they’re a good bunch.” “Ah yes, I’m sure, I was just a bit overwhelmed.” He looked at me, or I should say - he looked at my boobs. Then he looked at my face. “Are you surprised?” I gave him my best ‘behave yourself’ look and got to work on the machine. “OK, well just yell if you need anything. I’m Steve by the way.” “OK thanks Steve. I’m Danielle.” He smiled and walked off. His butt looked like it was made. Sally's scream was of excitement, not horror or fear. It seems that you, Suzanne, are very gentle and careful at shaving pussies. I suspect that Sally is going to want you to shave hers.”Just then Sally came back into the room:“That's right. Would you shave my pubic hair for me, Suzanne?”“Sure. Let's strip off and get into the bath. I'll need scissors, a razer with a fresh blade and shaving cream.”Suzanne kicked off her shoes and headed for the bath room, pulling her top off as she went. Sally. Staggering down the hall, she found the first open door and weaved into the room. Tottering over to the bed, she laid her purse on the nightstand and fell back onto the bed and was asleep almost by the time her head hit the pillow.Justin was suddenly jarred awake from a dead sleep. Something or someone had just come crashing down on his bed. For a few moments, he didn't know what to do. At last he got a whiff of his mother's erotic perfume and realized she had mistakenly gotten into his.