You could see the outlines of her black bra through the shirt and sweat.The day had been rather hot so you don't make a fuss given how you're just as ...weaty.You noticed a hint of cinnamon in the air as she hugs passionately. "My name is Claire and I'll be the host while you stay here for the semester."You smile and say thanks again."No, the pleasure is all mine. This is the first time we've ever had a uhh, May-luh in our small town."You correct her on the pronunciation."See what I mean? I can't. Peeking above the boots were some tattered, but tried and true fishnets, and the only thing really concealing me- one of your black dress shirts, unbuttoned, draping gently against my petite chest and hugging onto my more than ample hips. I had become too engulfed in picking at any imperfections in my attire that I had somehow managed to not notice you slink inside until I was lifted off the couch by my neck and thrust face-down back into it. “Hello, my little pet…” Your. He won't feel alone. Another shampoo then he'll be set inappropriate curlers and pins, hair net and pads placed and under a dryerhe'll go. While his hair drys will, we'll give him a manicure. Fivecoats of clear polish on the fingers. We've found it's very important togive clients their manicure while they sit under the dryer. Like manyfirst-timers he may complain to you later about how tight his curlerswere, how hot the dryer was and how long we kept him under it but todayespecially we have a. "Lift that pretty dress and let me see your yellow panties" I ordered. She grasped the skirt and slowly pulled it up. No panties! "You are a naughty little girl, don't you feel like a little slut without panties?" I asked her. She replied, "I always feel like a little slut around you, Miss Tina." "Are you my little slut, my little fuck toy?" I asked. "Yes, Miss Tina, that's all I want to be." she almost moaned. So it began. Not much dialogue after this for the next three hours. I ordered her to.