I’d organised a conference in one of the Gulf States and it had gone well and been very profitable for our company. On the last night after some rat...er staid drinks with the client, I had ended up in a steamy threesome with two of their senior delegates, a British woman and a South African woman. The sex had been energetic and uninhibited, but my abiding memory of the night was that both women had shaven pussies. This was a first for me and there was no going back after that. I loved a shaved. My thumb and forefinger still had limited feeling and movement but the rest of the digits were numb and lifeless.It only took three or four minutes to complete the routine but it felt very good to have my arm actually away from my body.The next exercise felt even better at the start. I got to recline on the massage table Liz had brought in and Bill lifted my arm upward until it was 90 degrees from the floor. He lowered it and then did it again. The movement felt incredible – even if I wasn’t. Also not manly. As I worked on the buttons, his hands came around and slid into the back of my panties. My ass cheeks were warm from sleep, his hand wet and cold. I wanted to cry. Fortunately, he had to remove them from my ass in order for me to pull his wife beater undershirt off over his head. But when it was off, his hands came down and began to mash my tits."Get up," I said. I had to kneel again to open his belt and zipper. My hands began to pull them down when I decided there was no sense. I thought so. Come to bed Howard.I get onto the bed, but not close enough for Nene.Closer Howard. Come here.I slide over next to Nene. I can smell the perfume. It is Flor's of course. I recognize it and yet I don't at least not fully. Perfume is different on each person who wears it, and this scent is spicier on Nene than it was on Flor. Just by wearing it, she has made it her own.I guess Flor had red nail polish, but she used pinks. This deep red looks good on Nene and it doesn't remind me of.