I climbed down from the step stool and laid the feather duster I had been using to clean the tops of the window sills down.I struggled up the carpeted stairs, teetering precariously on the ridiculous heels. As humiliating as my situation was, I could feel my hairless cock straining within the confines of the tiny, hard plastic case locked around it. Perhaps, I thought, she might unlock it for a few moments and allow me to jack off, if I pleased her. At least, I hoped so. Probably not, though, since she wasn't exactly pleased to find stubble around my asshole arms during this morning's inspection. I could still feel the burning on my ass cheeks caused by the beating she gave me with my own belt, while I stood bent over with my legs apart, my lips on the inner rim of the toilet seat. She insisted that I remain hairless, except for my scalp, eyebrows and eyelashes. Entering her room, I stood in the doorway and curtsied, wincing when the cock cage whacked against my thigh. Then,. She had never known another lover like him. Slowly he lowered himself to the floor, reaching to her waist he undid her shorts. Like peeling a piece of fruit, he removed them, and relished the sight he enjoyed so much. Her mound was bare! She reached down and pulled his head closer, she thought back to the night she had him shave her, and the love making afterwards. He took in the musky scent of her, fully. And as light as the kiss of a baby, he ran the tip of his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Her moans told him how much she needed and wanted him. Standing him up she smiled, ‘My turn!’ she whispered in a low but husky voice. One button at a time, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest (her idea). She lowered her head to take each one of his nipples, into her mouth, flicking them as he had done hers. Like hers, they became erect and hard, as she lowered herself she ran her tongue down his chest to his stomach. It was hard and solid. But.
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