My brain feels like it's shuddering in my skull. My belly rolls and my thighs tremble and then release, tremble and release.I only release that breath...when they are both gone. They file out the room one after the other, she twenty seconds before him. No words are exchanged, no kisses or parting embraces. Maybe looks, but I'm too busy dying a little by myself in the dark there to observe closely enough.The twenty seconds between her leaving and his departure might be the tensest of my life. Not. The door was unlocked, she thought I am out of bathroom and suddenly she opened the door I was about to keep the panty back in place and she saw me. She asked surprisingly “kya kar raha hai tu” to which I replied “yeh niche gir gaya tha upar rakh raha tha”. Her expression said that she didn’t believe on what I had said and went away.From that day onwards I saw some behavioral changes in my chachi, whenever she got a chance she tried to do something out of the way. Once I was about to pass by. Fifteen minutes passed, and he began to wipe the foam from his body ashe showered. He was amazed at how smooth he now felt. It felt verygood, he thought.Next, he had to take care of his underarms. He decided to do this whiletaking a bath. As he filled up the tub with hot water, he found himselfrubbing his legs."Damn, that feels good," he stated aloud.He carefully shaved his underarms. It wasn't that bad, once he trimmedback the long hairs. The biggest problem he had was that his razor. “But if you slack off and do less than you should, then…” Mistress Amy stabbed another button and the vibration suddenly turned into an electric current that was horribly uncomfortable. Melissa shot to her feet, pressing her hands to her crotch. “And this corrective force also has levels…” Mistress Amy grinned as she pushed another button. Melissa gasped, doubling over as the fiery current seemed to increase one thousand fold in strength. It was hard to breathe.Suddenly, it stopped. Melissa.