Then the blindfold was removed and the straps holding the girl in place were removed. The girl was still and sore, but the Mistress with the leash le... the girl off of the table and to the shower where the girl was cleaned again and then led to her cage. Inside the cage were the two bowls, but the girl did not have the energy to eat from the bowl. She laid down and went to sleep. That is all she remembered till the next day when the lights were turned on.As the lights were turned on, the girl. Babita was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I could see her reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t really tell what she was doing then she turned and leaned down into the tub.She was shaving, I figured she was just doing the bikini maintenance that most women do, but she spread her legs and I could see she was doing her lips. Another weakness of mine, bald pussy, at least the lips, I could lick and suck her for hours. I’d almost finished my beer watching this young nymph shave, so I grabbed. Once the traffic broke free, the Corvette quickly accelerated up to eighty-plus with a roar of its twin pipes, and Buck followed and then hit his lights and whooper again on a straight and level stretch of road.She swerved to the side, skidded to a stop, got well onto the shoulder and shut down her engine, waiting with her elbow on the sill, her fingers tapping the steering wheel. He was miles out of his jurisdiction, but he didn't care. Buck hitched up his belt, squared his hat and sunglasses. "And be diverted to Clarice," I said."Oh, yes. Mama would certainly do that," she agreed."I hope I am again not too forward, but perhaps you could call on me," I said."I can't see how..." She paused and thought weighing the improprieties and her desires. Her desires won out. "Perhaps I could slip away some time," she said quietly."I would like that," I said.Mrs. Whitcomb swept onto the porch from the house. "Oh Rose, you must not bother Mr. Northam." No bother, Mrs. Whitcomb. Rose was just.