I am a young man visiting the hairdresser. You are wearing your white angora sweater, your black leather pants, and a wide tight high belt that pulls the sweater tight over your boobs. As you are cutting my hair from the front you are leaning over me and your sweater is touching my face. You apologize every time this happens. As you cut my hair you move away from me to get different scissors/combs. Always pushing your boobs out, shoulders back, hands behind your head, stretching, yawning, that kind of thing. You see me looking at your boobs and ask me "I see you are looking at my ... Show more