His head was very smooth with eyes closed and no facial hair, and tilted down somewhat, as if facing someone kneeling before him. As a sculpture he wa...s compelling. He radiated strength and power, in ways I couldn't quite define.I reached out and touched him.||Kneel before me|| His voice came from a speaker somewhere inside.I jumped back, frightened. His arms had moved! Only very slightly, but it was obvious that they were hinged on the inside, and possibly motorized. The skin felt like smooth. Frankie stroked his cock as it came back to life again in an instance, he continued to roll her nipples, then he swooped down and took each one in turn between his teeth, biting slightly, Frankie’s body lifting up to meet him and groaning loudly as once again another orgasm was approaching her pussy now drenched again.Once she was happy she had got him hard enough she rolled him onto his back continuing to stroke his cock she lifted up and straddled him, slowly feeling the tip of his cock at. We donnedour salon outfits without mishap I was glad not to mess up my panty hosebut Missy still needed to help me with the panty girdle. We were readyand had time for a cigarette out on the balcony.We swished out to the car when Denisi arrived and same as yesterday shedropped us off to get the salon in shape.I set to my work same as yesterday but today I was frequent and hadbetter knowledge of what I was doing and what it was for.Near opening the beauticians arrived except for Amy who I. Suddenly, the ghost of St. Valentine appeared from the puddle of sticky man-sap. ‘Who has conjured me here today using the secret combination of strange names, a submarine-like environment, cross-dressing blondes and bald member-sucking midgets with non-water-tight twats?’ he exposited, conveniently. ‘What is it you desire from me?’ he helped the plot by asking. Quizzically they looked at each other. ‘Your cock’ stated Abandon. ‘Since it is Valentine’s-day, and you claim to be the real mc..