"Business was starting to look up a bit. My first real reference was coming in. I quickly cleaned the shop and rest room one more time. It would only ...eed a touch up tomorrow after I closed and before she arrived. I remember trying to imagine what she looked like. If the body matched her voice, she was off the charts.I was nervous and on edge most of the following day. Who had recommended her? Had Jamie referred someone already? I doubt that Shelley would have.After closing, I quickly touched. 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 Pariscan see me. Please?"She slapped my ass really hard, something she had never done before. Sheyelled at me, "You want to see Paris? Well, Paris wants to see you. Doit, sissy!"I started to shave, in broad daylight, by the window,. " I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in place and in one smooth motion, shove the object in me. "There we are. Let's see how you like this," you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come to terms with the intruder in my ass, I'm jarred from. She must want to tell me, but she wants me to force it out of her. And she obviously knows how I made Dee Dee talk last night. I made her talk with my tongue. It was hot. I don’t know. It was the way her eyes looked when she essentially challenged me to torture the secret out of her. They were laughing, not at me, but at the fun she was having. This easy humor of theirs is so sexy. We had been having an intellectual conversation when out of nowhere she makes an offhanded proposition and.