She was a very intimidatingperson. Wearing 5-inch thigh high boots, leggings, and a slinky silkwhite top; she looked like a dominatrix. Her makeup,... wild, thick hair,and inch long red nails completed the package. The first thing shesaid?'So, you want to be my shampoo girl?' I could hardly breathe as Imumbled -'Yes!'She said that the job paid $400 a week plus whatever in tips. I would beworking long hours. A lot of the job was cleaning and tidying up aroundthe salon. She suggested that. We needed to go back to the men, give them a thousand Euros, sign the paperwork, and take the estate’s deed.“We have to go back to those arrogant assholes, but this time we have the high ground, and they will grovel with you to accept the contract they had all signed. If you agree to the sales contract terms, you sign, and the property is yours. They will sign the deed over to you. My contact assured me that lady lawyers are waiting to represent you with any changes you feel you need. The. It only took me another minute to finish, and then I said, “Okay, John. Let’s go tit hopping!”“Fuckin’ grade A, man!” John said when we got our first look at the lineup. “I’m going to go nuts trying to pick just one out of these.”“Well then pick two or three. I’ve already made my pick, so I’ll let you decide who stays and who goes. You know the rules, right?”“Yeah, no popping cherries, and if they say they don’t want to, I’m not to try and talk them into it. But can I take them all in the. So, not only have I spent the last few years alone in bed, but other than with some like-minded online friends, my life has been pretty devoid of sex talk since my divorce.So, even though my talk with Mary Ann was about how irresponsible I had been, and how I should be more careful (and less noisy), it still got me wet to think about it. As strange as it may sound, I wasn't thinking about anything like getting fucked, or licking a pretty girl's butthole, or getting my pussy eaten. I just.