“Let me see that luscious pussy of yours.”She turned her back to the door and leaned against it, drawing her left knee up and laying it flat on th... bench seat, between them.“Ooooo, this is so nasty,” she whispered.“You should shave your pussy,” he commented. “It would look so good bare and soft.”“Oh!” she gasped. “I couldn’t possibly do that!”“You should have Jeff shave it,” said Bobby. “Tell him you’re going to show it to me after he shaves it.”“Do you think he’d like that?” she asked, her. This attitude she was developing was also challenging her and the way she looked at her profession. It was something of a split personality. If all sexually outlying behavior was normalized, then the psychological profession went out of business. But to discuss those outlying behaviors as if they were wrong seemed to fly in the face of reality and put unnecessary pressure and guilt on a person because they enjoyed something different than others. One of her male clients pointed out some of. I hoped Ron would not agree to go in and meet my boss. I just prayed they wouldn’t do a lot to me at work.I was getting warm and had finished my coffee. I went to the bedroom to brush my hair and find a pair of shoes to wear to work. That is the only thing they left me. My shoes. All my other clothes had been removed and they decided what I would wear every day, if they let me wear anything. I hoped they had picked something decent for today because I didn’t want anyone seeing me in those. But I have never been able to get her to pick a man and bring him home. She has only been with one other man besides me. We live in this upper middle class neighborhood within walking distance to the college. The homes are older but well cared for and mostly older folks or people like our selves. The house next door to ours has become a rental and full of college k**s. This year the group renting it seems to have a lot of parties which can be a little bit of a nuisance. On this night a party.