Miss S had already told me before the meeting that she wanted to shave me and so she busied herself with an electric shave, running it around my cock,...that was hard to her touch, and balls. We then proceeded to the bathroom where she wet shaved me, leaving me raging erect and aching for her touch. But, the evening was not going to finish quickly for me.We had already arranged some games and toys, including a cock leash which she really enjoyed (I have been fortunate to have experienced this. " How could that happen?" I inquired my curiosity and excitement mounting as I imagined myself in that situation."Well… Several scenarios come to mind. You will be a giant in the midst of people who in most cases will only come up to your shoulder, not to mention that you will be a giant in other ways. Your cock will be longer and thicker than other men's of that time. That will intrigue her for sure. The handmaids you will be cavorting with will certainly carry that tidbit of information back. I was an average kid, looks wise. Barely five-nine, maybe one thirty inweight. I had good skin though, no zits, and I tanned easily, and I gota lot of sun with my running when I'd be wearing just a tank top andshorts, my long hair in a ponytail.I'd fooled around with girls during my teens. Made out with a bunch,managed to get to second base with a few, slid into third a couple oftimes, but I'd never hit the home run. Until Jill. My first time wasawesome, for me. Not so much for her, since. When my mother married Guiseppe Sablone, he adopted me, fully, into the family. And I will be forever grateful to him, not least because that means I'm no longer Dawn Uhlgren." Another ripple of laughter at the unfortunate Nordic name. "I loved my father, and Guiseppe never tried to replace him. But he came along and brought life back to my mother, and brought us into his home as part of a new family, with his sons Tony and Marco. Marco and I have grown up together--Tony, I don't know so well,.