I go through rest of my day concerned that I have angered him, and maybe losing the relationship I so desperately need. As I get there, I get a text t...lling me to come in, not speak to him, go upstairs, strip, and lay naked on the bed with my legs spread. I am concerned as I did not shave my pussy this morning and I know that anytime I am with him, I have better be smooth enough to run a knife blade over. Following the directions, I walk silently behind you, go upstairs, and follow your. Then her right hand was on my balls and she began fondling them, which is another favorite of mine. Her breasts were rocking and bouncing back and forth with every movement. It took me great constraint not to cum then and there. She sensed it and starting sucking harder and faster. Just when I was pulling out, she squeezed my balls hard and placed her other hand behind my ass, so I couldn’t move back. Trapped with nowhere to move, I released my hot jizz straight into her open throat and she. Why?" OH SHIT!" I had just noticed my legs and crotch. Completely bare.Frantically I felt all over my body. Every stitch of hair had been removed. My head was completely bald. My beard was gone. All my chest hair and arm hair, even my underarm hair -- all gone. There was no mirror, but I must have looked as bare as the mannequin. The only hair left were my eyebrows and eyelashes. My balls looked puny, hairless and exposed.I sat down in disgust. So that had been the purpose of the noxious. “What happened next?” I asked pointedly.“Well, as soon as Sly saw me, he shooed away those little tarts himself,” she replied. “I guess I can’t blame a man as handsome as he is for attracting every little slut in town. Well, as handsome as he was. Oh, my poor Sly. I miss him so much. I just can’t believe he’s dead. He was so sweet and so good to me. He was the best damn lover I’ve ever had. Why his cock was…”“Miss Honeypot, if you could just answer the question and stick to the facts, please!”.