Art groaned as Shelly sucked him with great relish, her passion increasing when Iris started pushing on the back of her head, controlling but not chok...ng. Iris turned back, kissing Art, and then, with a growl, sensuously spitting into his mouth. He groaned and obviously exploded into Shelly's mouth. Iris dropped to the floor and shared a snowball with Shelly.Watching Art's cheerful collapse, Carol opined, "Curt, my love, we have challenges before us. It's not only that a hard man is good to. “The problem here is the media tends to circle the wagons to protect their own. You were pretty young, so you might not remember what they did to the Oklahoma State coach, Mike Gundy, after his ‘I’m a man’ speech in support of one of his players that a reporter had badmouthed. The press didn’t take the reporter to task for taking comments from an eighteen-year-old athlete out of context. They went after the coach when he stood up to her and told everyone that he was a forty-year-old man, and if. Bill shook his head, "What's up with her?"While Joey had followed Shelly with his eyes until she disappeared, and then spoke up, "I'll get the cokes." Then preceded quickly upstairs.In the kitchen, Shelly stood with her back to my Master, cleaning some pots. I could read the desire in my possessors mind. "Oh, hi again."My Master mumbled, "Just getting the cokes."She dried her hands on a towel and beat him to the fridge, "Here I'll get them for you Joey."Two cokes later. "Thanks Shelly."Turning. I bound her wrists and ankles to my brass bed and blindfolded her. I left her bound and in the dark. I came back with a peacock feather and a burlap glove. I wanted to tease her with the different textures but that bush got in the way. I left her again and came back with my beard trimmer, my shaving brush, soap bowl hot water and a towel. I buzzed her bush low and tight, she squirmed with the vibrations from the trimmer. I wet her remaining pubes with a hot, wet, corner of the towel, lathered.