."Who was he, this strange unfamiliar Doctor Wilson? It didn't make sense that he should be a doctor. He was an Arab and Wilson clearly wasn't an Arab...c name."You do need a doctor, Cecily," Albert corrected, and he was patient, like a calm, long suffering father with a disobedient daughter, but not a Western father with a Western daughter. This was a different culture altogether. "You've had a mishap and Doctor Wilson is here to look after you. You need help, Cecily. Doctor Wilson can give you. As my finger brushed my pussy lips I was tingling and immediately slid two fingers in my crack, I was soaking!Common sense kicked in and I stopped myself.I decided that I would wear a red dress that was quite short above my knees and buttoned up the front, white 4” heels, black stockings, a white lace bra and panties, both of which were totally see through and a white suspender belt.Manfred had said that he wanted me to dress like a burlesque queen, well I was certainly looking like a burlesque. I need to be getting dressed. Manuel will be picking me up before 7:00.”I knelt on the floor between her spread legs and took the plastic razor to her still damp groin and carefully sc****d at the few stray hairs that had grown since the last time she had ‘made me’ do the task of tidying her. In truth there wasn’t much to do for she kept herself trim as part of her daily routine but this was a task that she knew I enjoyed doing and it served her purpose of having it confirmed that I was being. My other mate Steve and Brian were putting some serious moves on Ash, but considering i hadn’t slept more than 6 hours in a hit in 3 weeks and combined the fact that i was half cut didn’t help me just wanting to put my head down and catch 20 Z’s.Myself, Brian, steve and Ashlee were on the bed, so it was kinda squishy, but i put my head down. Not long after i noticed a bit of playing going on between the 3. I knew what was going on, but didn’t care too much. Then my mate.