I needed to determine, at least as best I could, that he was a true obstacle to progress in his home country. He was preventing better people from per...aps ruling with a more beneficent hand.He (or she) had to be unjust, power-mad, and cruel.There were plenty of candidates (and most of them didn’t survive my basic research). It was hard work, but once I satisfied myself that a Bad Guy didn’t have any redeeming social value, the “work” of sending him straight to Hell was as simple as could be.I. I look at his dripping wet boxers and mine. “Ahh, what the hell. I drag the clinging t-shirt over my head revealing a simple white sports bra from Victoria Secret. My jean shorts are a little harder to pull off wet. When I manage to pull them off, Jack admires my blue-black patterned bikini cut panties, also from Victoria Secret. I love the way they cup my ass. They are the only clothing I am wearing right now that is not completely soaked through.“Mmm,” Jack says with a smile. He almost. She laughed.But the following Tuesday I was dismissed early from my job and orderedto be home by 3:30 pm. At 4 pm exactly, my wife made me stand in theliving room next to the window. She ordered me to undress. Completelystrip. She handed me a razor and a can of shaving foam. "Shave, sissy,shave. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of. She was siting next to me and the guy was siting on armchair across us. We were already drunk so we cheered together and the next thing I know she is getting on top of me and we started kissing passionately.My hands went straight on her juicy ass. It was nice round and soft and those tights were driving me crazy. She started grinding her warm pussy on my dick and I got hard really fast. I took her boobs out and started kissing them and licking her hard nipples. She started moaning. It was.