Asrequested, I'd changed out of my work suit and into a baggy Ramones t-shirt and baggy trousers.My heart was beating way faster than it should, and m... cock was twitchingvisibly in my trousers. I paused outside the salon door, took a deepbreath, tried to discreetly loosen the crotch of my trousers, and pushedthrough the door.The salon was packed. Four of the salon's styling chairs were alreadyoccupied and, as I approached the reception desk, a fifth client emergedfrom the treatment area with a. " I put my pants on and headed for the john.I took my whiz and went to the fridge to get another beer and Sal came up to me, "How's it going?" So far so good, but I just wished she was a more active and willing partner." Just make sure that you are still fucking her when she starts to come out of it and she will be more active than you can handle." Why?" Because even though she's out of it, she's still aware of what's happening - she just can't fight it. All of the nerve endings that have to do. The hair between her legs was thick and curly and yet I could clearly see her labia, a dark rose color, glistening with her arousal.I crawled onto the bed, the springs making a racket that would wake the dead, but I didn’t care. I crawled between her legs and felt her spread them wide for me to get into position to mate with her the very first time. Amanda was from France, her accent so thick that at times I had trouble understanding her words. Yet there was no mistaking the fact that she was. You sort of saw it all even if I don’t have much to see yet.”“I’ve seen so many naked girls and women that I wasn’t looking at your body that way. I was only checking for things like the cut on your foot, not all the dirt that turned to mud,” I explained. “You may have to go to the hospital or urgent care to have that foot stitched up. We won’t know until we get it cleaned up.”The girl, Rachael, tensed up when I said hospital or urgent care. The rock had cut a gash from her big toe to her heel..