I followed it for another half mile before I saw the subdivision with its cluster of homes off to my right. I pulled into one of the streets, the name... the same as her address, and in just a few more minutes, saw the place.It was a small, single-level home, nestled in with several more just like it. Hers was set back from the street a little more then its neighbors and it was painted a light blue with darker blue shutters. It was neat, the yard and shrubs surrounding it well tended, the entire. "She stepped out of it and stood there proudly, hands on hips, naked breasts glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, the contrasting vertical and horizontal lines of suspender belt and straps making the perfect frame to draw attention to the beautiful hairless slit at the juncture of her thighs."It's only just fucking starting."The hard little points of her nipples brushed over my chest as she knelt above me and lifted the tee shirt over my head, the wetness from between her legs moistened my. The most noticeable difference was the fact that the bays where the hair cutting and shampoos were done were very much separated and behind individual doors for complete privacy.I entered the reception area and after giving my name; I was told Monique would be along to collect me and she would take good care of m every wish. This set my mind wandering as the receptionist was about 22 years old, five foot six tall with long blonde hair that must have reached her waist and her tits were enormous,. It had been gurls night out. To a large extent, it was what they livedfor.Now the smell of bacon wafted through the clan's apartment while nurseand Miss Purple prepared breakfast for lunch. The others moved back andforth. Pink watched CNN on the wide screen TV. Mistress Satin satbleary eyed on the sofa, sipping a glass of chardonnay, watching thetotal sissification of John Phillips.She lit a smoke. She had had far too many last night and she coughed.Today will not be fair, she thought. But at.