“Here Paula,” the little boy said, “you light it and I’ll take a hit.”The eight year old girl put her fists on her hips. “How come you get...to go first?”“I don’t care; you go first if you want.”Paula looked at the bong, and then at the lighter in her hand. Then she had an idea.“Rock Paper Scissors?”Paul agreed, and the two children began. At first, they both threw paper, then scissors, then scissors again. They began to giggle as they tried again, both throwing rock, then rock, then rock.. Her breasts were tight against me and her back was bare. But then the elevator stopped and the door opened. She looked at me seriously, led the way to her door and inside.The place was small, of course, but nicely done. With taste and quality, though economical, even sparse. On the walls were paintings — watercolors. I asked, and they were hers. We stood side by side for a moment in the small living room, and I rubbed my hand across her bare belly and up to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples. "Yes but Nathalie, isn't, so does she prefer Men or women?" Women, definitely women." She giggled at my rapid response.As Sasha wiped away the cream and started to moisturise my face I heardsome commotion beside me. Another client was being shown into the chairbeside me. I had my eyes closed so didn't see, but the moment I heard thevoice I freaked. Sasha turned to her and trilled. "Hello Mia, nice to seeyou darling, long time no see." They kissed as Mia returned the greeting.They chatted as. She held it tighter and tighter against herself. Thrusting his shaft through the pulsating water reminded him of how she had taken him with her mouth, swishing her tongue around his cock. He could feel her licking the underside of his shaft and then folding her soft lips around the mushroom tip of his throbbing cock, gently sucking at it, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum. The vibrations of the handle against her pussy reminded her of the vibrations she had felt when he had.