"And when you come back, make sure you are naked so I have a blankcanvass to start with."Michael couldn't help but being flattered by Polly's comments...but he wasstill angry that he was being manipulated this way. After shaving hisface as smooth as he could he returned to bedroom, drink in hand, Pollyhad already poured herself another."Ok you must keep all of your body and legs shaved, just like we did toyou in the ward and always shave your face before you put on yourmakeup," Polly commenced. I kiss my way down your chest and unbutton your shirt as I go. ‘God, Angel, you drive me fucking nuts.’ I slide my hand up your thigh, squeezing your thick hard length through your pants. I am loosening your belt buckle. Your eyes shut, your breath stutters when you hear the zipper going down and feel the heat of my mouth. ‘Fuck, Angela, are you using your teeth on my zipper?’ My wicked chuckle causes your thighs to quiver. I slip my fingers inside of your pants as you lean down to kiss my. At his first touch to her aching clit, she let out a long, low moan. He smiled. He loved when she was like this… willing… pliant… responsive. He continued to run his finger over her a few more times, then positioned his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and his first two fingers were poised over her slick entrance. She groaned and her chest heaved as he thrust both fingers unhesitatingly into her depths. With a disciplinary flick of his thumbnail at her clit, he curved his fingers inside. "Rob, please don't make me do this." she pleaded being very embarrassed and subdued. "You're doing fine. You really are a very sexy, beautiful woman." I encouraged her. She lowered her eyes, and grasped the sides of her tight skirt, knowing that my mind was made up. Slowly she hiked her skirt up her shapely nylon thighs, the fabric bunching in her grasp. I watched as it passed the tops of her sexy black stockings, exposing her garters then her tanned, creamy thighs. I had not expected to be.