I opened the door reached in to get a towel I keep there to dry off some. I got in drying my face and hair. The passenger door opened "need help honey... this older man said as he got in. My eyes open wide looking at him as he took the towel and wiped my face.. He lowered the towel to my groin and dried my little clitlit telling me how cute it was as his hand caressed it. "sorry for the way they treated you" he said. It's ok I replied I am used to it. His cock was noticeably hard under his pants.. ” “Really? OK.” “Yes. I’ll text you the details and address. I’ve got to go. I’ve got a rather important visitor.” “OK. Sorry to have troubled you.” “No, no that’s fine. Be in touch!” Gemma looked at Andrea and raised an eyebrow. “A new recruit?” “You’ve heard of Phoebe Bright?” “The singer, from the Talent thingy?” “Yes!” “Wow! She’s gorgeous.” “I know. She’s very shy though. It’s early days.” “Do you think she’ll come round?” Andrea took a gulp of wine, as she considered her answer. “I think. ”She pinched his shoulder muscles, then worked her way down his spine--gripping, kneading and rubbing. Then she worked her way back up to the shoulders again. He was just thinking he was going to get away without any butt play at all when she casually ran one hand all the way down between his butt cheeks and across his hole. He jumped, and thrust his asshole against her hand. “Did you just thrust your butt at me?” she asked.“No,” he said. “Oh, I think you did. There was definitely thrustage!”“I. The door was opened by Monsieur Antoine (as he liked to call himself) - now this was unusual - the boss doesn't normally open the door of the salon. Looking at me with an arched eyebrow he said "Ms Barbette is expecting you in the salon. He led the way, his hips swaying slightly as he walked in front of me. "you'll have to excuse me, I have another engagement, but Chantelle is looking after your girlfriend." As we entered the salon, Barbette was leaning back in a chair with a beautiful young.