We were in the middle of a conversation about the merits of Bob Dylan's new album when we were interrupted by a reproachful female voice.'Michael... t...ere you are... Louis and I were wondering where you had gone.'With that I turned around and was confronted with a vision of pure joy.She was quite simply one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Tall and slim with lustrous dark hair that cascaded well past her shoulders she stood hands on hips with a scowl on her face and a pout on her. Most nights we get a few girls from the party to join in, does not take much to convince them.In the dressing room we get every thing all set the order of appearance and stuff so we know what we are doing before we do it. I go on second right behind the guy dressed like an Indian Chief wow did not expect this but OK we can do that. He goes out and has about three minutes to dance around and drops his clothes not much on an Indian then as he gets some personal attention I hit the stage. After. I'm sure your imaginations can supply MANYmore details, than my ability to present them here, can. I also realizethat MY own experiences in a salon have been a total of one, so anyexplanations _I_ could supply would only be those gathered from otherstories, so....read on. Sorry.It seemed like no time at all before I was pronounced 'finished' byNancy and the other girls there. My makeup had been done to a T, mynails sanded, polished, finished and sealed, my hair doing things hairwas NEVER. Then she asked me “What position do you like?” I told, “I will sit on uncle’s dick and enjoy. I will play like his daughter while he will fuck me.”Mom laughed and said “You are my daughter so our likes and dislikes are same.” I held uncle with more passion and love. Uncle started passionately kissing me and told me to open my mouth and let his tongue explore my mouth and asked me to do the same thing with him. He moved his right hand on my back and opened my bra and my tits were in front of.