I was taken into one of the salons where my motherexplained my predicament and told them that I needed my ears pierced; twoin my right one and a singl... one on my left. The ladies who worked at thesalon were nice enough talking me through the entire process, but Icouldn't help but look away and kept my eyes closed. I left with butterflyearrings in both ears and a tiny, silver flower in my upper right lobe.My mother paid the nice ladies and took me by the hand again and headedoff to this. ‘Clean me, slave. Make sure you don’t get your sticky face anywhere near my perfect legs, tongue only.’ He spent another three minutes cleaning me up. Finally, I was able to move away from him, placing one booted foot in front of him. ‘Congratulation, you managed to please me this time. You may relieve yourself.’Needing no further prompting, the tailor began masturbating, licking his lips, trying hard to get the taste of my sweet juices. He lasted a pathetic minute before he erupted over my. They all seem to be keeping an eye on me. My face flushes because I remember how I’m dressed. Everyone probably thinks I’m some whore, and for some reason that excites me. I decide to head to the counter. When I get there the middle aged man finally looks up. He’s reading Chaucer’s “The Legend of Good Women”, I know it from British Literature. I thought he was reading some pornography at first. When he sees me, he’s a bit startled.He tells me that I have to be Michele. I nod my head. He picks. She then removed her panties exposing perfectly cropped and trimmed bush. Her hair had strands of grey in it but overall was red. I thought I died and went to heaven -puffy nipples and a red pussy! "OK sir, it's time for you to get naked." I pulled my shorts and briefs off and my shirt. "Oh. I love a man's hairy chest! I don't understand why these young men shave themselves clean when most women want to fell a manly man." She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then slowly dropped down.