I realized my interview was with a rival salon. “Ah yes, I know it well. So, I can assume we are doing your hair as well, aren’t we?” I wanted t... cry. “I don’t think so.” “Then I insist Ciera do your hair as well, as my treat for your interview. Then, if you would, please come see me in my office before you leave.” To say I was shocked was an understatement. I looked down at Ciera, who would now have to stay later and probably not get paid for this extra service. “Is it all right with Ciera?”. ”Ed looked over at the waitress and said, “Why don’t you ask her yourself when I’m gone.”Without warning, he stood and headed to the bathroom. He took his time, knowing that the waitress would serve their iced teas while he was gone. In the restroom, he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands clear up to the elbows. After washing his face, he dried off and left the restroom. The waitress was just leaving the table as he arrived.Kelly waited until he had seated himself before saying, “You. "Peter...Peter..." She couldn't say anything else. I leaned forward onto the desk and said, "You have great tits Miss Wilkins!" She was bright red as I put the glasses back on looking down at her. "I like your ass and didn't really have a clue that you shaved your pussy." She couldn't speak. She shook her head no and whispered, "It's time for you to get to your next class Peter. I will just hold onto these. You may have them at the end of the day. Go on now, get to your next class. You. "Beer?" the man disappeared for a few seconds then reappeared carrying two bottles of beer. Art set his coat off to the side and accepted the beer. "Relax. You ready to earn your pay?" The guy sat close and his hand reached out to stroke Art's thigh. His head was swimming with questions, but no words seemed to reach his mouth. Art took a long swig of beer as his hand reached his balls then traced the outline of his big, swelling cock. "Nice package," he said as his zipper opened. His pants were.