“Nice!”. He said with a nod. “Now get on your knees. I think you know what to do.”“I sure do, she said cheerful.” She dropped to her knees... and started to loosen his belt. She dragged his pants and underwear down in one motion, letting his hard cock jump out. Peter wasn’t hung like a horse, but not small for any account. Tanya smiled widened, when she grabbed a hold of the base of the dick and moved her head down over it. Peter pulled his t-shirt off, while she started to bob op and down on. I had hoped that an early morning appointment would mean the beauty parlour would be quiet however when I arrived it seemed full I gave my name to the receptionist and was offered a seat taking care to sit demurely with my legs crossed at the ankle I inspected the beauty parlour a place I had often dreamed of entering as I made my way home from school. It was decorated in style: soft deep carpet, dainty wallpaper, and luxurious furnishings. Quite a step up from the local barber I . I think it was Paul who answered it and handed it to me. It was Quanta and I immediately switched to French to speak to him. I laid out what had happened and the quick actions I needed him to take before we got settled into the hotel. I also told him to check his mail as I had sent ahead all our measurements so that we wouldn't need tailors to meet us at the hotel. We talked for a couple of minutes more before I switched back to English."Quanta, we will stay the night, but I want us on a jet. She'd give him long, long hugs, crushing her tits against him, nuzzling his neck. She'd sit on his lap as they watched films, wiggling her ass against his cock, which she *had* to be able to feel stiffening against her. When they sat next to each other she'd sometimes innocently rest her hand in his lap. She'd take him with her when she went lingerie shopping and show him all the lacy pink underwear she was going to stuff her tits and pussy into. She would even, on occasion, watch hentai.