I knew he had no chance. Not only was I not gay, the situation was too bizarrefor words anyway.He started off doing something strange, even for thecir...umstances. He brought out some shaving gear, andproceeded to lather up and shave his legs and armpits.Within about 30 minutes, he was completely hairlessbelow his head, with the exception of a small patcharound his crotch that he had shaped as a heart. Pretty disgusting, I thought.He went into the bathroom, and came out in a whilewith a bunch of. Her tongue never stopped moving as he placed each toe in her mouth, making her suck each one, and lick between them all. She knew she had done wrong when Master suddenly kicked her. She had missed between two of his toes. That pissed him off. “bitch, what did I tell you? You are not to miss a spot, and you did, Seems you need to be taught how to do things my way once again.” he grabbed her nipples and twisted them so hard she had opened her mouth, but not let out a sound, knowing that would. After that she quickly washed him and then they hurried back to the cottage with his raging hard on still at the ready. Cute, blonde haired, blue eyed little Tommy Margin had already been the plaything for several older females before he had met Barbara in the summer of ’66. They had been sexual illiterates compared to Barbara, it was like she wrote the book of physical love and recited it to him chapter by chapter from beginning to end over the next few years. He had never met a woman since. He pressed his cock up against her and her breath hitched as she pressed back. "You have too many clothes on," she whispered.He rectified that situation, smiling, and on his way back to her took the time to hike up her gown. Her long legs were revealed, and the lack of panties at their apex revealed her neatly trimmed bush. "Mmmmm," he commented. "Yummy."She purred in response, and he took that as an invitation to eat her pussy out. He used his thumbs to move her lips apart and filled the gap.