She said she really wanted her gold rimmed glasses, as she dropped off her sandals and put her bare feet up on his desk.The snooty, mealy mouthed, sel... righteous arse of an optician began tapping his pen on her sexy toes, lecturing to her as he did. "Please Mr Miller, perhaps we can come to some arrangement again!", she simpered to him, adding, "Somehow." Well, perhaps." He looked down his long stuck up toffee nose at her. "But you know it's Extra Extra this time, don't you?" As he said the. Glancing in the mirror, I realize I am still wearing the dress from last night. The surprise is quickly replaced with embarrassment as I look at my face and hair in the mirror too. My face is puffy from crying and my hair is wild and unkempt. I quickly wash my face with cold water hoping it will bring the swelling down. I straighten my hair the best I can, and my dress at the same time. I find an unopened toothbrush in the drawer and brush my teeth with vigor. At the same time, I keep thinking. I was quickly shorn of all hair, so I was smooth, but a bit tender. Then my ball sack was grasped so that the skin was stretched, then a gentle stroke with the blade. The procedure being repeated until my sack was totally hairless. This was followed by a clean up using a hot cloth to leave my skin smooth and tender. I was offered yet another drink of water, again probably a full pint quickly tipped back and swallowed, with less spilt this time. I then felt Harriet moving near the top of the. I try to come up for air, but daddy’s grip remains firm and he keeps my mouth fully enveloping his penis. I start to squirm, panicking as I begin to heave. “Does piggy need some air?” All that can be heard are my muffled cries. Suddenly daddy yanks my head back and releases my mouth from his cock. Thick globs of spit cover daddy’s dick as I cough up more.“Such a slobbering piggy I have. You’re making more of a mess than you’re cleaning. You should have that mouth of yours trained by now to be.