. private?" Winter let the word roll off her tongue, its pink tip less than a centimeter from his tiny left ear-hole.She could practically sense him s...livating at the thought of how lucky he had gotten tonight. "Let's go right now," he eagerly insisted. "I have my own private loft just above the club. Would you like to see it?" Baby," Winter answered with a genuine smile, "I thought you'd never ask."Minutes later they were strolling through the Makachisa club where Jergo did his best to impress. Whether it was the medication that had been conveyed on the letter or whether she was just a very accommodating woman he didn’t know but she made certain that he knew she didn’t want him to go. She clung to him, almost smothering him in kisses and continued to grab his spent cock. “Give my balls time to refill”, he whispered. “Then I will gladly service your hairy cunt and maybe your bum as well”. Seconds passed and she pulled away and began to laugh. “You ... you want to fuck me up the bum?”. Its trademark bristles are made of pure Badger hair and creates a rich lather that softens stubble, opens pores, and gently exfoliates. All those benefits lead to a closer groin shave without red bumps and often create a near-orgasmic experience as well, unlike a manual shaving-cream hand-smeared application.Starting at the top of her pubic hair line just under the belly button, he moves the lather-soaked brush in tiny circles, periodically re-coating the brush with more lather. Tiny circles. Taking a step back, I froze. On a small table next to the window was a pair of binoculars. Shit.I picked them up and put them to my eyes as I moved slowly back to the window. There he was, working on my sliding glass door like he was standing right in front of me. Okay, he not only could have been watching me, I was pretty certain he had been watching me. I wondered how long this had been going on.As I was trying to assimilate this new information, I saw Ron coming back from my house. I focused.