After scrubbing the filth from my delicate skin, I lathered up my legs and used the Venus razor to make them silky smooth again before carefully lathe...ing and shaving around the delicate folds of my pussy and perineum all the way back to my little puckered anus. Finally I removed the patch of dark hair that graced my pubic mound. I vigilantly inspected myself, noting how different I looked down there now. I was so bald and hairless, so exposed. I couldn't help but to think about how in keeping. . And receive more than a few annoyed glares. Sometimes during breaks, I had to force myself to think about math (and avoid the phrase 'hard numbers') so people wouldn't see a bulge in my slacks.Before that fateful day my company started the weird new project, I faced the usual trifles. A woman the night before a wedding ordered a pair of heels on our website, mistakenly assuming that we'd be able to somehow transport them to her before the wedding was over the next day. We're fast, but not. Mrs Jones introduced herself and took them inside to check out the property.The house was old but certainly had charm. The furniture was a mixture of old and new. The room were spacious but lacked some housekeeping. This was understandable with her age. Mrs Jones offered them a cup of tea. Helena mentioned for her to sit down putting her hand gently on Mrs Jones shoulder saying “Tell me where the tea items are and I’ll make it for you.”Helena, making old fashion tea, in a teapot with tea. Do I get to see it?’ Voice sorta hesitant. Well, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The group she was with were looking kinda impatient so no time to fuck around. ‘Shit, girl, any time you want. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, take your pick.’ Kinda daring, but seemed to me she’d relaxed some, smile more natural, body language, stuff like that. The hug had been real promising too. ‘Lunch would be safer, I think.’ She glanced round, flapped her hand at whoever she’d been talking to, dropped her voice. ‘Give.