" Steven washed my hair, dried it a little with atowel, and went to work. I looked around his salon. His "Beauty Shop,"as my grandmother would say.... I was getting my hair done in a BeautyShop. The magazine racks were filled with copies of Woman's Day, Vogue,and Cosmopolitan. Not a Sports Illustrated or Field and Stream in sight.This was an exclusively feminine place, and I was, for the moment, thecenter of attention. Women came here to look more feminine, beautiful,and attractive to men. . Just something in my eye". I lied. She rang up the merchandise. The total. God. All my money, from my hands into Melanie's, for all intents and purposes. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. It felt so damn thrilling.The cashier eyed me a bit. She knew that they weren't my size. Melanie has nice size boobs, but I'm bigger, quite a bit. Melanie is also quite a bit taller than me. A bit different in the hips. The sales girl was a pro, she knew these had to be for someone else. Knowing that she. I felt relaxed when I masturbated for second the consecutively. When I came out I saw she was cleaning the floor with her saree up to her thigh , her dusky color was adding more to her beauty so I continuously kept staring at her she caught me looking at her but ignored so I thought this was a green signal but was afraid to make any move so I went to my room and was busy with my studies . After some time she knocked my door so I went out she told me she have done everything and now she will be. She straightens up. Vanessa asks quietly from behind “what did you see?” Erin sees the notepad and picks it up and looks at it. She turns to face Vanessa. Vanessa looks worried or nervous. Erin asks “do you watch Brittany undress every afternoon?”Vanessa just looks down and doesn’t know what to say.Erin says “I see why you want to watch her. She’s gorgeous.” She pauses for Vanessa to say something, but Vanessa is silent. “It makes me wonder. If my apartment were on this side of the complex,.