” I began to say, having sc****d the face earlier that morning.“Shave your prick and bollocks!” she said.She watched as I lathered all around th... area and worked the razor over it. Although I say it myself, it was pretty good. I love my prick shaved. Makes it look so big.She inspected and then did one thing I hoped she wouldn’t. She splashed it all over with her favourite after-shave. If you’ve never done it, don’t! Unless you’re a masochist. It fucking well stings.But it was finally done. Some, not all I said with a smile on my face Im not porn star huge but a little more than the average guy. I watched her chew her bottom lip again and knew she was about to ask me something. do you &hellip,..uuhh&hellip,..could I&hellip,.. she stammered on before blurting out Kiss it? Holy shit did she just say what I thought she said, the thought of it made my cock jump in her hands. Reaching over I stroked the side of her cheek with my hand as she looked into my eyes. go ahead I said. I could see it in their eyes, but I didn't want to see the difference that misery made. I knew I was thinner, my jeans hung off my hips, and my muscles had lost their roundness. I was a sculpture made of wire and sticks. I felt empty.At night Nuka kept me company, whether I was home or not. I couldn't stand to be alone in my own bedroom. Mum had given up that fight pretty quickly after Babaanne had put her foot down. So Nuka followed me everywhere I went. The husky was good company, he was. You could tell instantly that she was shorn, even without taking her panties off. Michael looked up as John began to open her blouse, the buttons flying open with just a flick of his fingers, the blouse pulling to the side as her thrust out breasts strained to be free of the confining bra that encased them.Belinda knew her skirt was gone or most of it gone, the cool air blowing on her naked legs. She could only imagine how she must look and the r****g eyes of the men on her near naked sex. Her.