I stopped. His eyes popped open and arms fell. "Enjoying the dance?" I asked."Yeah," he replied breathlessly."Can you handle more or should I stop?" "...eep going."I stood up and swayed my hips. His eyes didn't leave my body, watching as my hands rose to my tits and teasing each nipple. Oh how I wished they could be sucked. My pussy creamed from the mere thought of it and my teeth caught my bottom lip. I briefly closed my eyes, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through me. I turned around, shook. It's also the type of place that advertised itself asunisex but, in reality, the only males who came in through the door werehere to pick up their wives, girlfriends or were the boyfriends of thetwo male stylists that worked here.Despite the modern appearance though this salon wasn't on the cuttingedge (if you'll pardon the pun) of fashion. There was never any dangerof a woman leaving this place looking as if she'd been dragged through ahedge backwards or had stuck her finger in an electric. I had been there about a half-hour and I already sucked acouple of dicks, one belonging to a big hot stud in aletterman's jacket that indicated he played football athigh school. He was hot! Then a guy in a business suit camein who pulled his cock out of the hole before he shot hisload into his hand. His cock was long and thick and he'd shot somuch cum into my mouth that I couldn't swallow it fast enough. A lot of it had dripped down my chin and onto my clothing.I decided to wait a few more. Being nude with these two women was one of the extremely erotic and I felt that they might not even have to touch me to give me an orgasm. We sat for a few minutes and talked about what had happened at the party. I told them that I had gotten a blow job from the petite young lady who was a trainee at the first party I attended and another from one of the girls that I had seen many times. I told them that I had massages from both of them and the older girl had given me blow jobs before, but that.