My mouth dropped open, and I watched her elegant neck stretch as she extended her head into him, her forehead pushing into his stomach, taking about h...lf his length in slow, languorous strokes down, and up, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. My smaller head, completely in charge, allowed me to see it for the sexy sight it was, a beautiful woman worshipping a huge cock with her sexy mouth. She pulled back, and using her other hand, the one that wasn't grappling at my bulge, grabbed his. " I guess there was a look on my face and she giggled. "I meant,it's your first time in a salon." She giggled. Relieved, I respondedthat it was my first time. She told me to go into the changing room andput on a black smock that she handed me. I was to take off my socks andpants.I went in and had to use the bathroom. I, of course, sat down. Iremembered being teased for refusing to use a urinal when I was younger.I had always thought that standing to pea was just so uncivilized. Iremember. There were mats everywhere and belts hanging on the wall, as well as practice dummies. What was strange is for an abandoned building, the studio looked pretty new. All of a sudden a door opened from the backside of the room and emerged an Asian women wearing a traditional Japanese kimono. "Who are you?" said Asian Angel."I'm Lady Kyoto and you appear to be lost, I see", said Lady Kyoto.Right as Asian Angel was going to ask if Lady Kyoto knew anything about the missing women, Lady Kyoto. A nervous looking face peered in to the bathroom, finally settling on her tear scarred face. The mans look softened to her. "How can I help? What has happened." He asked. As best as she could through her own crying she explained her predicament. He quietly knelt down and peered into the bath. A blush rapidly rose up his throat and almost to his eyebrows. " I'm sorry miss but I'm going to have to touch you!" he gulped. She nodded permission and he reached beneath the water to her ankles and.