Patch wore blue denim that went unwashed once he put it on new from the General Store. The jacket and trousers were crusted with months of grime from ...iving among his milking goats. He once answered a discourteous remark about his laundry habits with a stern denial: "'Course I washes 'em. Ain't a summer goes by that I don't fall in the river!"His fedora hat was shabby and sweat-stained. Sparkling eyes peered from under that tattered brim, set in a craggy face wrinkled by years of sun and work.. With my other hand, I pinch her nipples as her breasts jiggle.“Do you like to please your Master?” I question her as she positions her hands on my thighs to center herself.“Yes, sir. I love pleasing you with my body,” she answers while moaning and tilting her head back.“Good. You are all mine, understood?” Pinching harder.“Mmmm. Yes, I understand.”I pull her by the leash towards me and wrap my left arm around her waist, moving her up and down on my cock and grip her neck with the other hand and. Your legs are strong and smooth that I can spend time doing...let say artistic things to them. Your bush is a little too hairy for my taste but we can fix that.”Lucy didn’t understand what she meant by being too hairy since she just had a bikini wax done. She always kept her pubic hair looking good for modeling and for her personal life. She thought her bush looked great and didn’t think it needed any fixing. “Amanda, I need my kit and go fetch it right away! You will love the new look Lucy. She was clean shaven. I should have known, but I was mesmerized anyway. There was just the slightest bulge to her pudenda, the labia having a fine line separating ever so slightly, with droplets of dew slowly running down from her lips. I so desperately wanted to ravish her privacy and devour her, but I had to finish removing the lace panties. As they traveled down her legs, my tongue was right behind, paying attention to the inside of her thighs, the backside of her knees, and following the.