She must know also. Back in the car he sent another text."All done, again." Great, one more stop and then you're ready!"Another address came through. ...e punched it into his phone and off he went. When he rolled up to the destination he was confused. It was another hair place. But he already had his hair done. He sent a text, just to be sure."A salon?" Yep, but they aren't going to do your hair."He wasn't sure what else was left, but he hopped out of the car and walked nervously inside. There. . Her lips where kissing my lips... it was dark... but I notice light coming from behind the door... so it wasn't late... I look at her... and she was dress like catwoman... all in black with those red lips... she scratch my body with her nails. Her boobs where so tight inside of that costume... The leather trousers where cut in the crotch... so her vulva was exposed... and to blow my brains... she had a tail hanging from a buttplug... my heart was pumping so hard... She seat over my dick,. . !To Mark, her soft hand curling once more around his frantic rod of flesh was enough to push him over the edge! He felt her working his sensitive foreskin back and then guiding the rubbery head inward toward that most sought after of secret places between her legs! Then he could feel the hot nibbling warmth of her cuntal mouth and the soft, tickling curls of her pussy-hair grazing his cock-head as she slowly insinuated the spongy tip... and then she seemed to freeze, as if waiting... !"Oh. As John sat down he ordered them both a martini. Emma loved that he had ordered for her and they laughed and flirted through their cocktail. As John stood to order another round of drinks, Emma slid her room key across the table, and suggested he bring them up to the room. John knocked and was nervous as Emma opened the door. She was naked apart from her shirt, half unbuttoned to show her full breasts and toned stomach. John admired her tanned and slender body, he could see her smooth pussy.