Hazel had moved behind my head and was cradling it against her breasts. That felt wonderfully soft and calming. I reached up to push the bottle away. ...azel put it down on the bedside table before bringing that hand back to stroke my cheek. My cheek felt odd as she stroked. Why? Of course. Normally I would have the beginnings of stubble by this time of day. Her hand slid smoothly across my skin. Had I been shaved? Her hand moved further, over my chin. My small beard had gone too. To her gentle. Mary slipped off her robe next, her body toned, her breasts round. Like the priestesses, she was shaved, her juices trickling down her thighs. I swallowed, feeling so nervous like I was a virgin holding his cock in the whorehouse, not sure which harlot to choose and afraid he would erupt before he even performed the deed.“Let us see your body, Sir Knight,” moaned Helena. “I love bedding warriors. All those muscles.”“And the calloused hands,” sighed Esmerelda. “Not like those pudgy merchants. After a few more minutes she got up and went to shower accompanied by the other girls who had been watching and who now also wanted now to freshen up, I in followed them into the bathroom with my cock still rock hard but when I looked into the mirror I was shocked at the face that stared back at me, my whole lower face was coated in cum, my hair was a mess and I looked completely shattered, I filled the wash hand basin and washed my face and hair, “ do you want me to take care of that” Debbie. Us din ke bad se na wo mujhse bat kar pa rahi thi aur na hi mujhse ankh mila paa rahi thi,aisa karte kareeb 15 din ho gaye lekin geeta ne un charo ladko se milna band nahi kiya tha,maine socha ki bat papa se karni chahiye nahi to parivar ki badnami hogi,lekin fir kahi papa ye sadma bardash kar paye ki nahi?ye soch kar maine papa se kuch nahi kaha,is mamle ko mai apne dum par suljhana chahta tha,maine ek din fir apni behan ka peecha kiya to dekha ki wo ek local hotel me ghusgayi waha par un.