We had some men sneaking in on their own. Forexample for several years a big burly truck driver had me give him apermanent every three months. A busin...ssman came in after hours onThursdays and while I shampooed and set him, one of the other girls gavehim a manicure. When he started going grey I began coloring his hair athis request. But the interesting customers were the men whose wivesdragged them into the shop, either to teach them a lesson or as a longrange part of petticoat discipline. And. Made sure all my clothing was arranged carefully and set off to the office feeling the wetness of my shirt against my legs and belly.It was a relaxed day, maybe because of the early morning exertions but I felt good and it was about mid afternoon when Gabrielle came in to my office.Gabby was French, twenty three, French and dark. Long jet-black hair hung down her back to her waist. A perfect complexion on her olive skin and her full lips pouting as only French girls can pout. She hard dark,. ” Bella had a rare look of embarrassment on her face. “It all shunted though our connection right into your pattern, Will,” Bella said, looking apologetic. “That’s what the pattern is for. Remember all the energy we put into it during the ritual?”“Then why didn’t the pattern just hold onto the energy and start glowing like last time?” Will asked.“Because it was too much too fast. I almost lost control of it during the ritual too, and we were going a lot slower,” Bella admitted. “That pattern. Emma is chewing on my nipples and Annie licking my cunt and clit.I see the crowd of guys around us but oblivious to them, in my own sex world.Now I stand up, hands behind my back and legs apart. I ask the girls to do the same.I beckon to a guy to approach me.Then another two, one each for Annie and Emma.Now slap our tits, hard.No harder, we want it rough.Still not hard enough, more.That’s better, continue.Now our pussies.The slapping continues, harder and harder. Feels good.Then I lay down.