‘Nice.’ She cooed as she released my now softening cock. ‘Looks like we both need a cleanup.’ ‘Not before I finish you off.’ I said quietl..., my finger diving deeper between her tits. ‘That might not take too long if you keep that up.’ She moaned softly, trying to spread her legs farther apart and finally stepping her feet out of the legs of her scrubs. She lifted one leg and rested her knee on the bed, the position spreading her pussy wide for me, even if the panties, which tried to slide back. I of course denied this but it was obvious that I still wanted Evelyn. That evening we met up as planned although Evelyn was alone. She made an excuse for her husband, stating he felt unwell and was having an early night. I was well pleased as I had never liked her dick head of a husband. Evelyn herself looked stunning in a flimsy white cotton shirt with no bra , a very short denim skirt and wedged sandals. It was clear her tits were as full and firm as when she was a teen. That being the last. I do as i am told, and upon re-entering the room I see a bench set up in the middle of the room and the floor around it covered in plastic. I am asked to lay face down on the bench, and I do as I am told. My hands are loosely tied to the front legs and my knees to the back legs. I here one of you say that the panties don't look right with such a hairy ass. I can feel the shaving cream spread across my ass and then the razor removing the hair. When done the only hair left below my waste is on. Her real name was Marie, she was 33, not 24 as she had told him, and she didn't live at the address that she had given him. He continued his inspection of the contents, finding make-up, $600 US dollars, and over $200 hundred Canadian. He also found two notes, one addressed to him, telling him that she couldn't see him anymore, and that she had to met him, just to end it in person. The other one was addressed to me, telling me why she had to go and meet him, to end it, so that our marriage could.