He was 70, if he was a day. He was a retired barber from the West End of London. He used to regale me with tales of his famous and infamous customers,...though rarely of the more humdrum ones. Evidently, his salon had been a fairly lucrative business. He was a stocky man, completely bald on top but with a neatly trimmed white moustache. He always wore dark, neatly pressed trousers and had a taste for striped shirts. His shoes shone immaculately, whether brown or black, and he always wore a. Then Parul herself took off her bra and there she stood stark naked. We had no other option but to follow suit and soon all of us three were fully naked standing before the glaring eyes of the four seniors. Sneha exclaimed “By God, what assets do these three have. They should be proud.” Glaring at Nisha, Rita shouted “you bitch, why you had to shave your pussy? Listen it is an unwritten law in this hostel that no girl can shave their pussies and they are to let their pubic hairs grow. Judy explained how she had carnal needs that I had been meeting and that anal sex could not lead to pregnancy. Debbie asked if she could try it, and Judy really didn't have much of a choice. Judy asked me if I though I could go another round, and I told her that I would love to initiate Debbie. I said that they might both have to stimulate me to get things going though.Judy asked Debbie if she would like to learn the proper way to arouse a man, and she started by kissing me. Of course,. My first night on my own the switchboard seemed to go mad, but I answered the calls as they came in, connecting to the staff they asked for and answering queries the best I could, then booked some taxis for others. At 8pm exactly Tracey Parkes the main Public Relations Officer rang me. “Hi Where,s Carl?” She asked. “Hi Tracey. Carl,s on a three week holiday. Can I help, my name s Joe!” “Well Hello Joe I have a few things to sort so will be working till about 10:30! Can you book me a taxi then.