“Now go upstairs and shower, you will NOT remove any more clothing, and I WILL come and watch …” She meekly turned on her heel and made her way ...pstairs.As she disappeared into the bathroom I busied myself sorting out fresh towels for her use, and I heard the shower start to run. I think she thought I was kidding about watching, because she turned with quite a start when she realised I was standing behind her. “OK – you MAY remove your shoes”, she forced each spiked heel off with the opposite. I have always enjoyed watching the shift from gloomy to gray to seeing light erupt, highlighting all the colors of the world around us. I would have preferred looking out at the woods behind my house, or staring out the flap of my tent at my favorite camp site, but it was a relaxing sight nonetheless and helped empty my chaotic brain.It was in this position that Sandra found me a few hours later. She slowly stumbled into the room, rubbing at her eyes. She stood there staring at me as my eyes. He rubs her shoulders and moves her hair, pulling it playfully and gripping her waist. She lets out a shy moan and he starts to kiss and suck on her neck. She nudges him gently and he goes to finish getting ready, reluctantly releasing his grip on her waist. She slides on some racey stockings beneath her dress. She knows how much her master loves her legs, and how much he loves her stockings. She finishes dressing, getting on her favorite pair of tall, black heels. She follows him out to the. It was so smooth, so soft, so vulnerable, like a little girl. She played with her smooth pussy as she showered, not able to resist, and for the rest of the day kept slipping her hand into her panties, excited to find her vulva hairless, each time.Chris was in his room, late that night, playing video games. It was that time of night again, the time he was beginning to get horny, and he realized that every night it would happen a little earlier. He glanced at his clock and wondered if his sister.