The extra girl only cost a little more.On your left, as you walk in, is a metal spiral staircase up one floor to a small bar area farther left, maybe ...2 feet long by 8 feet wide. This is where you make your appointment with the barber. I never saw less than two girls there, some times three, plus one who acted as a bartender / manager, etc. Two or three of the barbers, over the years, also went upstairs with the customers. The drinks were reasonable and if you ordered the girls a drink, you. You walk to me and roughly cuff my hands behind my back. You step in front of me and kneel. You take my cock and balls in your hand and I shudder with pleasure and start to stiffen again at the touch of your skin. You tut, and slap me down. “Don’t you fucking dare,” you command, as you shove the tight cock cage over my cock and balls, and lock it tight with a key that you then throw across the floor. It rattles over the floorboards and under your dresser, out of reach. Chloe cackles with. I suppose I should have taken the time to look it up on Google first. Oh come on, you’re giggling already, stop it.The next morning after hubby went off to work, I had a quick shower, got dressed and went to Mary’s house. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. What I did know was that if Mary was involved it was going to be fun and I would leave with a smile on my face. We had a cup of coffee first, of course. Then Mary went off to her bedroom. She told me that she would give me a shout when. I bite the bullet and enter into a small welcoming café, pull out a stool and sit. I quickly pull out my phone and open the translator app and speak into it looking to play it back to the waitress. Looking around I see a black shoulder length haired figured female with her back to me, her mannerisms reminding me of someone that’s held ever so dear and recently broke my heart. A stark reminder of why I am here, hopefully to mend broken bridges. Seeing her back, her mannerisms and luscious.