"I need you to take off your shirt." Molly said, getting a chair centered in the kitchen for John's hair cut.
"Oh, we're doing this right now? We only just got home. Aren't you hungry?" He laughed.
"Yeah, I am a little but it's going to be dark out soon, and s*x aside, I want to do a good job on your hair. So I'll need light."
John lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the kitchen table.
"What about my pants? I don't really want them covered in hair either."
She bit her lip. "Take them off as well then."
He smirked and shook his head.
"The dog is judging us. What kind of establishment is this, that you don't have a cape for your clients?"
"The kind where you get to pay for your service after by making love to me."
"Making love, huh?" He brushed his hair with his finge
