She spoke in a low voice:Sneh: Did you bring it?Avi: You didn’t ask, but I brought the trimmer.Sneh: good, I convinced your uncle for my braid cutti...g, now do it fast.She held her braid pulled till her tits, resting her hand on the slope of her bust, and asked me to proceed. I switched on the trimmer and sank its vibrating teeth into the thick silky locks. Sneh stood facing me, with her back towards the hall.She rubbed her clit vigorously as I severed her braid, and it dropped like a fat rope. How did you like mine? It was amazing, What did you think of mine? he said in what sounded like a kind of anxious voice. Youre huge, I said without thinking. I mean it was really good. I tried to cover for myself but failed miserably. He laughed at my response before replaying. I was hoping you would like it. But guess what? I have a surprise for you when I get back from the ocean just to let you know. Cool what is it? I asked. I cant tell you, he said. I hate surprises please tell me, I. It was an antiquarian bookstore, full of the rich aroma of paper with lots of nooks and crannies in the confused floor plan. He been browsing for about an hour when he came across a small alcove surrounded by bookshelves that reached the ceiling. A small, padded bench with a high back was in the middle of the area, which housed self-improvement books. He usually avoided that topic, but something just drew him in. He looked through the titles, not really seeing them, until he came to one that. It was a standard rubber ball gag, one I had experienced before no doubt, but he had made some additions. He has wrapped the ball completely, in a tightly wound layer, or perhaps a double layer of material, some sort of terry cloth. An absorptive material, and I knew without any doubt at all that he had had it soaking in the refrigerator in a dish of cum, awaiting this moment. He held it before my face for a moment, long enough for me to see that it was well wetted, not dripping wet but shiny.