" But you'd have to be careful not to go overboard on the sex appeal. You know this town; they're pretty old fashioned and prudish when it comes to se...." I considered that. I'd have three, maybe four, hair stylists, myself included. All would be attractive young women; not scantily clad, but dressed to get the attention of any guy who has a pulse. I'm thinking hip hugging jeans and tight tee shirt, something with the shop's name and number on the back, would be the uniform of the shop. I'd give. But please know they will be few and far between for now. Goodnight, Shaun, and please, don’t hurt my best friend.” She gave me that small, sad smile that broke my heart before turning and walking away before I could respond.I turned and headed to my room for the night. I stopped a maid to pass along that I would like to speak to Tessa before calling it a night. I thought about what tomorrow would hold as I walked to my room. As I topped the stairs, I noticed two people conversing in front of. You will feel a warm flow into your abdomen. You will feel some fullness. OK?” Jerome advised. I just nodded my head, unable to really find any words to speak at that moment. He released the clamp and there was a sudden rush of fluid into my bottom. The initial feeling was warm and pleasant. I rather liked it. But within a minute or two, I felt a powerful fullness and an urge to void this fluid. The balloon was pressing against my anus from the inside and would prevent me from expelling. Her arms wrapped around me, and held me down. Our lips jumped to each other, as my cock kept thrusting at a maintained speed. My stress was killed already, so I just had a sweet, and loving ride to enjoy. “Jim, I'm a tough woman, fuck me like you mean it,” she told me. Then the speed escalated, and moans escaped her soft lips. “Oh, that's good, Jim. Keep it up, I like that,” she moaned. Pride was taken, as my ears heard that. You can know just about everything about someone, but until you fuck.