I begged.‘Ok then kenny, take your fucking clothes off’I paused, was he really going to fuck me, in front of my wife. God I hoped this was just a...nightmare.I took my shoes and socks off, then my trousers, then my t shirt. ‘Right, let’s see what sort of a cock chloe has to put up with’I knew what he was about to see wasn’t going to impress him, I was so nervous, I felt my dick shrivel up and retract into my body.I slid my boxers off and flicked them onto the floor.‘Well, well, well, I hope it. The laying of the wreaths was quietly efficient; dignified and not over-done. One of the local vicars – not old Mr Wells, who Mum said had finally retired – said a short prayer and blessing, and the parade was fallen out. The whole ceremony was short, to-the-point, and entirely fitting.Dad and Grandad rejoined us. We were all a little chilly and stiff after standing still in the cold, and we walked slowly back to the cars.My grandparents were pleased to get back to our house. While Jen and I. After one videotaping session Joe asked, "Uh, like, have you begunshaving yourself, uh, down there?" and he gestured at my crotch."Uh, yeah, and, uh, my legs and armpits too. Why? You don't like it?" Uh, no it's fine. It just makes you look, uh, a little ..... softer?"It was right around that time that Reichert called me into his office fora private chat and closed the door. He started out, "Danny, it seems tome that you're really enjoying this. I mean the sex and the makeup andall. Your. My feet hit the cold floor, making my way to the bathroom. I find clean towels and shampoo and turn on the hot water in the shower. I climb in and let the hot water run over me, cleansing me from the outside in. I rub the shampoo into my long brown hair when I feel another pair of hands.Saying nothing he takes over. He massages my scalp, working it into a lather. He grabs a facecloth, adding shower gel and proceeds to wash me all over. He kneels in the shower, grabbing my foot and works the.