” By the time I stepped inside he was standing in front of an old sofa. He was not an attractive man, far from it. He looked about 55, with short gr...y hair and glasses. His face looked like a mole. He was wide and had a gut, and was wearing an old striped bathrobe. Without saying a word he opened the robe and sat on the sofa, motioning toward his cock.He was ugly, but his cock was nicely shaped with a fat round head. I nervously walked over and knelt in front of him. I reached out and took it. She picked out the curls and used some type of a dryer on them. She then turned the chair to face the mirror. What I saw was nothing like the male that had entered the salon. There was a pretty sissy, in frilly smock, with surprised, little girl eyebrows, and a mass of very tight curls on her head.“Almost done,” Lady Idalys said. “Miss Katie, please do Rachel Arlaine’s makeup, and remember she has been acting like a disobedient slut, so we should make her up that way.”I saw Miss Katie smile. My mouth returned to his now softening cock to get that last little bit. Waste not, want not. There was cum all over my fingers, so I licked them clean, enjoying every last drop. There was little more cum still on my face, so I cleaned that up and sucked my fingers clean again. And when I was done, I held Tom’s shrinking cock in my hand, gently massaging it before I once again put it back into my mouth. He shuddered a bit from the post-orgasmic sensitivity. “Oh, you’re sensitive,” I said with a. "Not in public. How'd you do in there? Did he stump you?"Philip chuckled. "Not really, when I fumbled, he filled in the spaces. It was painless. May be done by mid-August and admitted to the bar almost at once. Torts is all I have left."She hugged him. "Wonderful. And I suppose you heard about the Martin boy." She made a tisking sound. "Poor young fellow."He nodded and squinted at her. "They say you had a hand in that, or a whip perhaps."She looked up and him and blinked her eyes. "Who, me? You.