Maybe she just didn't consider her life to be important.The preparations were made and the papers were signed. Jack, Bill and the crew were in a small...studio. In the middle was a special guillotine, covered with a sheet. In front of it and to the right were cameras, behind it was a door. Bill stood in front of it and filming started.Karen slowly opened the door and entered the room, briefly crossing her arms in nervousness. Bill spoke to her:"Are you willing to die for me?" Yes", Karen answered. " Take my hand and we'll go into my bedroom. I'll shave your pussy in there. Grab my sister's monitor so you can listen if she needs you."I grabbed the monitor and followed Jack into his bedroom. Jack took the monitor and plugged it in. He then motioned to me to lie down on his bed. I went over to his bed and got comfortable.Jack then went and got all the supplies. He came back over to the bed with some shaving cream, a razor, and a washcloth. He took the washcloth and rubbed it all over my. After a while, however, I could feel my lips starting to tingle and my clit perk up under my tights. Only mildly awkward... So glad I wasn't a boy or it would be totally obvious!I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate on the First Fleet, but every small movement of his leg and shift in my body as we leant from keyboard to book and back were sending strong signals form my pussy and clit straight to my brain and right back down again. Despite my best efforts my focus vanished and my. The first two days went like a dream. I was extra especially careful. On the first day Sharon and I went shopping, without any disciplinary incidents. We chatted, joked, shopped, and got home exhausted. Even so after dinner we watched a romcom and slept together in Sharon’s bed and made glorious love. On the second day we again spent some real quality time together. I was very well behaved although once nearly made a sarcastic comment that would have earned me a spanking. I didn’t though and.