‘So now you’ve gone back to being an ass-kisser. You were trying to fuck me a minute ago, but now you are just my salon boy again. Ok. You will do...exactly as I say if you want to keep your job. Start by kissing my ass. Dead on the brown spot. And kiss it like you mean it.’ She brought her legs back and I looked at her ass. I knew I had to. I leaned in and got another whiff of her fucked pussy. I could see tracks from her pussy to her ass. Oh no. But I did it. I kissed her asshole. Like I meant. .." Christiebit her lips as she tried to think of more girly fashion highlights."... ribbons and bows." Along with anything else that's super-sissy-sexy."As they walked the guys toward the bedroom they offered tips on theirgait and body language, with emphasis on limp wrists, swinging hips, andfrequent self-touching. They encouraged them whenever they patted theirhair, held their faces between both hands, or ran their fingers downtheir bare chests. There was one more unprompted hug and kiss. We shouldn't keep her waiting."With a bag containing my dress in one hand and my wallet in the other, Ifollowed the cosmetician to her salon, my high heels clacking against thegranite floor of the street."Sit here, monsieur," she said covered me with a pink nylon robe after Idid so. I wanted to protest and get back to the clothes store to get myown clothes back but after a whole day of wandering around the town andlater looking for a present for my mother, sitting down felt too relaxingto stand. "Yes." My name is Kyle Sutton, I was told to see Ginny Walters when I arrived here and she would give me the keys to Tony Brockway's condo." So glad you made it here. After I buzz you in take the elevator to the ninth floor and I will meet you there."Walking off the elevator Kyle went to unit 904 and waited. About a minute later he saw a nice looking lady, probably around his mother's age carrying something in one hand and a key ring in the other hand walking towards him."So nice to meet you.