"Mary?" you inquired, charm oozing in your tones.She looked up, clearly started for she had been deep in thought, before nodding in the affirmative. "...es?" Mrs Dougherty asked me to give you this," you replied handing over the envelope.Looking puzzled, Mary as you what it was. "I don't know. Why don't you open it?" you suggested reasonably."I will," she replied as you moved away down the road... not that you went far before turning and observing what Mary was up to. Back at the gate, the young. Time to survey my kingdom. I knew the workers on this shift. They knew me. I generally had calming things to say. Day shift doesn’t have any noobs during the week. Most of the people here have been here for a while. Each knows his job.Today, though, the banter I usually hear is subdued. I catch different looks.“It’s okay, folks,” I said loudly enough for the staff to hear. “I’m okay. We can talk when you take your breaks.”“Sure, hon,” a female voice said. “I’ll talk with you at ten.” That was. He got a Gillette razor and he used it to shave off the blonde patch of hair above her pussy.The girl squirmed while he was shaving her and he nicked her a bit, making her bleed a little. Tommy could have shaved her gently and not nicked her, but he didn't. In fact he did not use any water or shave cream on her, and he was pleased to see a few dots of blood well up from the nicks above her pussy. Then he passed the razor to Johnny, and he untied Alice and he let her squat over a pail and pee. Plug wedged tight and clutched hard by her young (she's only 27) muscles, she takes exaggerated, side-to-side steps on her heels and stops for a moment to admire her nipples in the mirror and pinch them up to full erection. A clamp would be good, she thinks, as she removes her cage and it plops off her swollen clitty as her pee gushes out in a single, loud and copious flood. Afterwards though, she takes some tissue and reluctantly removes the long string of creamy residue, tasting a little with.