I decide enough is enough and carry on down, one hand of mine finding his, now soaking wet, hairy thighs. Rubbing them up and down sensually. Feeling ...is wet matted hair underneath my fingertips. I make a mental note of wanting to ride myself to orgasm on them a well. Once we’re finished here of course.I let my hand and mouth wander, finally finding the sweet prize. I sit still, wanting this moment to last forever. I’ve wanted this so much so I want to savour – in every sense –. He heard her groan again, although this time the sound was distorted by the layer of water above his head. He continued to suck and tongue her nipple until he lungs were burning and then surfaced rapidly for some air. His hands circle behind her buttocks and fondled and stroked her there while their tongues entwined. Taking her by surprise, he grasped the back of her thighs and using his body weight to throw her off balance, he flipped her onto her back. Her head dipped underwater and she. So I returned to where she had been working on my face and in-route found that I had to tighten the belt a whole notch. Several tries later makeup still did not help my appearance. I seemed to go from pug-ugly to gargoyle with no intermediate stops. Finally she said that without hair and eyebrows I was going to look a bit strange. I told her I simply wanted to be back to my old ugly self, with my own hair. She looked sadly at me, and told me that there was nothing she could do, and that they. "The sound of that voice caused the memories of the previous night to resurface and crash around her in waves of pain and fear and humiliation. She began to cower away from the dark figure in the doorway, but then forced herself to straighten and, pushing her fear aside, asked quietly, "Did you do this to me?" Yes," the voice answered simply.Alicia was quiet for a moment, the memories of the pain that this man had forced her to endure warring with the joy she felt over the changes that he had.